UNDERGROUND VOICES: POETRY

NICKY YURCABA

I Sit Reading Old Love Letters

found taped to leather steering wheels:
coffee-stained envelope,
bold black Sharpie letters-
"IF I SAID I DIDN'T MISS YOU
I'D BE A LIAR."
                                Three days later, pinned beneath
                                windshield wipers:
scribbled -out "to buy" list---
                                "nail plates, vents, bolts--
                                You may not believe it, but I've
                                thought about you a lot."
Laying on cloth interior driverís seat:
old checking account deposit slip,
blue ballpoint pen pressed into yellow carbon,
"All you have to do is let me know
and I'm here for you."
                                A torn, wrinkled Post-It note:
                                from where memory can't recall,
                                written carelessly, folded carefully-
                                dirty wrinkled creases,
                                ten simple words for warm May afternoons:
                                "Love you, but parting is the right thing to do."


Nicky Yurcaba is a young poet hailing from West Virginia's backwoods, where she lives life as a spontaneous poet who bucks being a slave to society's corporate mongrel. Her poetry and short stories have appeared in Bridgewater College's Philomathean, Bluefield College's Bluestone Review, Mary Baldwin College's Outrageous Fortune, and the online journals VoxPoetica and Referential.







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