I
The two girls drove over the rolling grassy hills and into
the tiny town with its friendly sweet people
away from their pasts
II
He raises his middle finger and flashes his brights at the
troubled old lady, driving slowly and carefully down
the highway
III
The man and the woman
sit in the dark, cold, cab
ashamed of what they have done
IV
She hurries
in her beat up minivan
not bothering to flip the turn signal on
careening left and right in a dizzying
freaky unreality
V
Rolling slowly
we follow the hearse
passengers, awkward and silent
the deep blackened clouds letting through
small beams of golden sunlight
and tears almost subside
VI
Those crazy kids
they race and speed
acceleration nation
they know the risks,
they've heard the warnings
and one is left alone
one is left, staring at
the blood stained shattered windshield
the eerily silent and motionless bodies
of those she loved the most
VII
Tired, stomach sick,
I turn into her driveway.
She gets in and closes the door lightly.
I force the clutch into reverse
and head towards high school
VIII
Heads throbbing,
Tired of arguing,
the road trip continues on.
IX
In the arcade room
the farthest corner
holds the racing simulation
children alone
sit and stare
at the dark screen,
imagining
X
The tiny girl
whose dream is
of a bright pink ride-on hummer
under the Christmas tree
Even though she's old enough to drive
a real car
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