by Grant Clauser

This car’s still good,
I tell the mechanic.
Please do what you can.
And as he explains
how much it will cost,
how there’s no guarantee it will last,
I’m thinking of the Ohio winter
we tried to push it out
of a ditch, snow
filling gaps in my sleeves and hood
and you revving the engine—
the only sound we heard that night
as snowflakes filled every
space in my vision, the weight
of the car sliding back down
the bank, the heater failing
as white and dark closed
in around us.
How we tried everything,
tow and chain and stones
wedged under the tires
until finally we gave in,
caught a ride back to town
and slept late into the next day
trying to forget our stuck car.
And we made love that morning
like an eclipse,
or two far away lights
coming together in a crash
that would blind you
if you looked head on.


Grant Clauser is the author of two books of poetry, Necessary
and The Trouble with Rivers.  Forthcoming are The
Magician’s Handbook
from PS Books and Reckless
from Cider Press Review Books.  His poems
have previously appeared in
The American Poetry Review,
Cortland Review, Painted Bride Quarterly, Tar River Poetry,
Southern Poetry Review, and elsewhere.  Clauser lives in
Hatfield, Pennsylvania.  

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Apple Valley Review:
A Journal of Contemporary

ISSN 1931-3888

Volume 12, Number 2
(Fall 2017)

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