Great Lengths
By Skye Van Saun
Before the flatbed showed up, I caressed
your hood and thanked you for keeping me
and my child safe when the restraining
order wasn’t enough.
I thanked you for blending in
with all the other Jeeps
so we wouldn’t stand out
when my husband had nothing
better to do but lie
in wait for us to drive past,
and for having a tiny plastic nub
that stuck out from the left
taillight where, nightly,
I stretched a thin black thread
and tied it to the top
of the license plate
that covered the gas cap.
If the thread wasn’t broken
in the morning I knew you would
deliver us another day.
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