Hanging Out by A.J. Huffman

“They aren’t real,” she explodes
with laughter at my perplexed expression.
“They are fake.”
Balls swinging
from the back of tow and pickup trucks. I realized
prior to her explanation, but remained rendered
speechless. Stupidity
inadequately failed to describe this…

trend. I pray
she was kidding about that part. Surely,
there are still some sane men… I stop
the thought there, knowing better. And still
this blatant Freudian expression astounds
me. This beyond mundanely crass way to prolong
the vehicle as penis extension metaphor. I began

to weep for want of irony. A 4X4 passes,
ablaze in the latest rubber commando fashion. “What
could be worse?” I wonder aloud
a moment before it registered:
there was a woman driving that one.

A.J. Huffman is a poet and freelance writer in Daytona Beach, Florida. She has previously published six collections of poetry all available on Amazon.com. She has also published her work in numerous national and international literary journals. She has is the editor for six online poetry journals for Kind of a Hurricane Press (www.kindofahurricanepress.com). Find more about A.J. Huffman, including additional information and links to her work at http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100000191382454 and https://twitter.com/#!/poetess222.

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