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  April 2015
volume 12 number 1
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  Sonika Jaggi
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  Emma Lee
  Marieta Maglas
  Matt McGee
  Christopher Mulrooney
  Dave Nordling
  Toti O'Brien
  Greg Patrick
  James G Piatt
  Frank Praeger
  April Salzano
  David Scriven
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Matt McGee
April 2015



art by the feral artist

    Matt McGee writes short fiction in the library and fast food joints of Thousand Oaks, CA. His story, "Unseen Among Kings", received a Pushcart nomination after appearing in poeticdiversity, in 2015. He drives around in a vintage Mazda and plays goalie in local hockey leagues.  



Buckle Up

At 17,
Shelley sped off in a Jeep
beside her bikini-clad girlfriends,
and when a raccoon wobbled into the road,
the truck flipped over
like paper in a breeze.

Everyone was OK
freaked out and upside down but OK,
and Shelley, at the command of her screaming driver,
reached over and unbuckled the seatbelt
her friend couldn't reach. Unprepared
for the sudden drop, her track-star friend
would never again flash her meaty legs
to a cheering audience
a full-length mirror
or a doting husband.

At 24,
Shelley began flight attendant school,
and for 22 years she flew beside people
back and forth across America,
calming them with a smile,
consoling them when they were scared,
feeding and serving, watching them sleep,
and always,
always buckling them in.

And now,
whenever the plane touches down
anywhere near Daytona,
Shelley rents a car, drives to a corner
where a tired and leafless bush still stands,
and imagines that a raccoon family still lives there.
She'll sit in a parking lot on the corner,
enduring the heat, maybe flip on the A/C
and wait for her chance, if it ever comes,
to get out and help another family
safely across the street.

copyright 2015 Matt McGee