Re-write of Drive (orig. post below)

Steer, Wheel

Mom.



   /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



   roots.

.









It was the red car it was



   the one I flipped down a hill later



     that year.

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David my brother.



      Mom turned to you from the 



      backseat her face red her hair



      distraught and you laughed



                               again.

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How could you stop?



          How could any of us,



                             stop?