Sunday, May 30, 2004

Re-write of Drive (orig. post below)

Steer, Wheel


/stop the car/

you said and I

pulled to the side I was

driving instead of you I was 12.

You told my brother to get out

get out he said no sat still

for the first time gripped the car

seat as if his knuckles could grow


It was the red car it was

the one I flipped down a hill later

that year.

David my brother.

Mom turned to you from the

backseat her face red her hair

distraught and you laughed


How could you stop?

How could any of us,


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