And what I remember
is the traffic of trucks,
the smell of chlorine sharp
as overripe melons
busted open in dead grass
the heat of the west-facing metal door
in the afternoon
and the careful hope
of my first adult love
beside me in the public bedroom
of the aging trailer,
all of life before me and unseen,
like a daisy inside a seed
NOTE: I was in Stillwater yesterday and took a few photos. I wouldn’t want to return here or to that life but it was good to remember it anyway.
4 thoughts on “Crestview Trailer Park, Stillwater OK, 1981”
ADULT LOVE EQUALS TORN WORDS
IN THE PUBLIC BEDROOM
Nice to see you channeling Emily, Michael.
Nice. I moved out of Stillwater just six years before then. Lots of great memories from that time. …
Nice Writing! I enjoyed the read.