April 1, 2016 by northerncardinalreview
I struggled to diverge my eyes away from the
dust of the highway.
The high noon sun seared through the crown
of my head, penetrating thoughts and burning
holes in my daydreams. All the while, I sat on
the hood of the car, oxidized and creaking.
My trainers were worn, with skids along the
rubber soles, not unlike the tire treads on the
road ahead of us.
Gasoline wafted through the gasket just behind
me, seeming to weigh down the desert air.
It was a humid afternoon.
The discomfort alienated our beings, thereby
proceeding our intentions and ambitions.
You sat just behind my slumped frame, at the
wheel, your worn, dry hands still
held on tight to the helm.
Stranded though we were, by way of distance
and thought, the wind shield that seemed to
divide us, did just the opposite.
Tennae Maki is a weekend writer that works for an architecture firm by day. She holds a Master’s degree in Art History, where she studied architecture zines and urban planning. On a pro bono basis, she is also the audio archivist for an arts radio station. A native of Saint Paul, Minnesota; she is currently based out of Brooklyn, New York. Her work has been published in numerous print and digital literary journals, including; 491, Spillway, Eunoia Review, Futures Trading, The Bicycle Review, Lone Star Poetry Magazine, and Belleville Park Pages.