He turns the switch on the radio.
His eyes glance through the rearview mirror.
"You are listening to Cloudy FM and I'm your host from the central area, Kal Winters. Today, we are going through the top ten hits..."
I am still in the backseat.
He is still the driver.
When he is driving,
he is not shy.
The speed sloshes the insides
of my stomach.
The radio begins to cut in and out
as we head away from family
into
"Kal Wint- you
- sure know this -
right-
what in the good L-?"
"Hi,"
they say from above,
"the ride is not over nor done."
Take the steering wheel away from his hands.
Take the steering wheel and ride into dawn.
Take the steering wheel and wreck the car.
"My work is not yet done."
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