Barrage of right-handed hooks: Jesus Christ is Lord
over Greater Orlando paints diamond fence; tee-shirt
on man with bulge reads God is Good; top of tower,
a neon cross – God is Love intersects Christ is Savior
at the is; If the world gives you challenges, make it an
opportunity – sign on grass, Cypress Grove Church;
EXIT 78 on I4: Holy Land Experience, Orlando’s new
theme park; mesh hat on sale: golden retriever with
Woof Would Jesus Do? Receive, recover – choke on
balmy air – recall: something bigger is in your corner.
Sometimes it comes from behind. Michigan St. exit calls
to mind home, reminds you that you’re not there. White
van: man in scrubs picks nose, peers out at tan horse on
side of road. Mosquitoes swarm dead poodle in front of
the Best Haitian Food in Orlando on Orange Blossom
Trail – maggots on a steak tartare displaced. American
poshlost: Melody Motel with mirrored rooms, Shady Lyn
Condos, Club Harem, Kash ‘n Karry, Kwik Stop. Beards
of hanging moss trees went gray long before the streetside
band picked up the beat with auger, hammer, orange cone.
EXIT 92: Casselberry, University of Central Florida plus
jai alai, dog track. Belly overhangs elastic-waist shorts,
discolored polo torn at underarm seam – his greyhound
is faster than the one that can take him far from Apopka.
Win, win, win and you begin to question the prudence
of just one more time. He doesn’t, loses, returns home
via I-75 N. Distraction: We Bare All. Free Showers for
Truckers. Great Food. World Famous Café Risqué in
Florida’s resident colors of teal and peach. Get off, eat,
watch. Steamed carrots, wife extraneous; television not.
Allumer: Support Our Troops, God Bless America wrought
in Styrofoam on overpass fence. Mullets, cellulite wave, smile –
valiant, indivisible FLIP My Kid Will be a Pop Star on FLIP FLIP
Rumsfeld to Iraqi people: The day of your liberation will soon
be at hand FLIP FLIP FLIP STATIC. Recall: Exit Music for a Film
plays when terror alert level is raised to orange; Detroit: south
on I-75, approach EXIT 69 Big Beaver Road when meat, metal
make the irreversible thunk of too late, almost, if only I’d…
There is humor in the exit, but not in the setter, shocked stiff
and spinning inexorably to the pavement’s center, home.