April 10, 2020 Poem “Jalopy”

 

Jalopy
 
 
It’s not a word you hear very often,
or did, even back when I was a kid.
I must have learned it first from those
Archie comic books, to me baffling,
unfunny, but riveting as a preview
of life down the road in high school.
 
Well, I was a young fool.
High school was nothing like that.
No Jughead, hanger-on with his inexplicable
serrated hat, or grim Miss Grundy
embodying Monday, or sassy and glossy
Veronica Lodge with her sleek moneyed sneer.
No kind but clueless lovelorn Betty
who was perpetually blind to her own beauty.
 
Especially no irrepressible Archie,
all geeked-out freckles and tomato-red hair
but with some real spark or flare
of talent, like skinny Mick Jagger
without the strut or sexual glare.
Still, Archie fronted a band, had a car,
and that was enough to make him a star.
Just a paper construct. Never met one like him.
 
After college, though, I was briefly married
to a red-haired guy, Jeff, who imitated
Ry Cooder by playing slide guitar.
He had a rusty yellow car
that turned over and over but usually died
in the driveway. There was too much to fix,
I guess. And there I was, inside the house,
a lovelorn bride who secretly cried,
who tried to be kind, tried to steer
toward a happy ending over
the bumpy road
of his manic ups and downs.
 
We could never get to a higher gear.
I left after he claimed to be
addicted to me. He could not
metabolize his fear, and later,
his father told me,
he simply slid off the rails
on an excess
of something poisonous,
just as pernicious as sugar.
 
 
Leslie Schultz

1 thought on “April 10, 2020 Poem “Jalopy”

  1. This seems to be one of your more complex poems, Leslie. I think I’ll read it again and again because of how much you offer up. Even still, though, I just LOVE the word ‘jalopy.”
    Now, even more, Beth

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