That streetcar named Desire, it don't hardly stop for me no more. Leastwise not while I'm awake, and I don't have to be telling no nosy aides why I make them noises in my sleep. I ain't Millie. I don't get all hot and bothered by some stinky old geezer in diapers. Millie reads them romance novels every day and when she gets to those parts, she turns all red and starts wiggling in her wheelchair. The nurses don't let her near no one's husband no more. Even demented Delores got her Depends in a twist when Millie sat near her man.
There was a time. . . ages ago now, but there was a time Desire was always pulling up to my stop, and it didn't matter none who was in that car or what I was supposed to be doing, I climbed on board and rode it wherever it took me. My daddy tried beating the devil out of me, but he finally gave up. Maybe he saw he was just giving me a taste for beatings. The Our Fathers and Hail Marys Father Sullivan gave me didn't do me no good neither. When I closed my eyes and kneeled down and opened my mouth, it sure as hell wasn't no communion wafer I wanted put in there. My mama told me one day it would be better if I just turned up dead, cause no good man would ever have me and the only streetcar coming for me would be one named Spinster.
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Recently published in Night Train. Thanks Rusty!
Aw yeah. Voice baby voice.
Fantastic voice.
both of your NT pieces are masterful, jeannie
Enjoyed this. Wonderful piece.
Thanks guys!
Love that line about a streetcar named Spinster. Such an interesting voice.
Thanks, Jon.