for me to find you
after you really left,"
my mother whispers.
And for once,
I smell no Jack Daniels
on her breath.
"I knew you were with Ryan,
but after that I had no idea.
Once you got in the accident,
the hospital saw your ID.
They contacted me right after."
She bows her head.
I'm surprised to hear
so much real concern in her voice,
no hint of roadkill.
Does Judy, mom, really love me?
Or did she stop downing alcohol
to make a good impression
on the hospital workers?
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What Comes Next... [Wattys 2014]
PoesiaViolet has never stopped running. She lives for the wind on her face, and seeing the blur of cars as they drive by. And she has real problems to run from. An alcoholic mother, an abusive ex-boyfriend, and the lowest grades in school. It's time for V...