She Played Loretta Lynn During the Tornado by David L O’Nan

A neanderthal growl at the Valentine’s Disco

I became immune to all the jealous howls

I was dancing with the town’s beauty crown winner in between fish sticks and french fries.

In an Old Milwaukee second

A whole army of testosterone belching

In hopes to swoon the girl

With liars, lies telling how sexy they are

But, here I am dancing to a deadbeats line dance

A neon rodeo bull with one light that flickers

And the wind began to blow.

In what we’ll call a few minutes.

She said honey let’s get outta here

She sounded just like a smoke chimney crashed into Dolly Parton.

I almost slipped on a thrown up corn dog and beans

Kind of cut my leg on my pocket knife.

My cowboy hat flew off underneath some jackoff’s Pinto.

He drove right over it as I flipped him the bird.

I saved all my grocer money to get me the new 1985 Toyota 4×4 Pickup

I had her in that truck and the first storm siren went off.

She called me baby.

Her bouncy hair was ready to go

We arrived by the river,

At my daddy’s old trailer

Smelled like Walleyes and wood varnish

She saw his vinyls and said “I got to listen”

The first song we heard was “All Shook Up”

More, and more drinking

That girl became immobile

That room began to drown in hairspray fumes

She began fainting and the wind began screaming.

Just the whistle would begin to rip off the roof.

I began crying.

Because I knew I was dying.

This trailer had no give.

As the door flew off into the river.

She got up stumbling.

Said “honey, I think it’s time for some Loretta Lynn”

The trailer began spinning

The electricity began popping

In darkness with glass in my eyes

Yet, I see her shadow dancing

As my body feels nothing, but wind ripping through my lungs

And First City continues to play

A day or so later

I wake up to a squirrel resting on a knot on my head

And I look over to see a beauty queen drifting down a muddy creek.

That tornado breaks all, but the spirits still sing a Loretta Lynn song.

Wolfpack Contributor EIC Bios: David L O’Nan &; HilLesha O’Nan

By davidlonan1

David writes poetry, short stories, and writings that'll make you think or laugh, provoking you to examine images in your mind. To submit poetry, photography, art, please send to Twitter: @davidLOnan1 + @feversof Facebook: DavidLONan1

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