[one_half]The other night, while being driven home by my father
I saw a mountain of a woman
Crying on the curb of a gas station
She had on her favorite fluorescent pink wind-shorts
And her hair was up in rollers under a shower cap

[one_half_last]Her drunk boyfriend suddenly thundered up behind her
With his favorite aluminum baseball bat
And hit a homerun
Straight down the middle of her head

[one_third]She squealed
And her chins wobbled before she collapsed
To the oil stained gravel-dead

My father told me not to look
As the light turned green
And his truck stuttered away from the scene

[one_fourth]I guess the woman just never knew
That her wind-shorts
Were made for running

MADE FOR RUNNING by Amanda Benton