my sister took the passenger seat and we headed
east and north up the 395 stopping as minimally as possible.
The talk was non-existent except where it was strained.
I remembered road trips with my sister back in her teens and
early 20s when she was wanting to see the world
embrace it and find out so so much about it
when she had dreams and hopes and all those things
that are supposed to be ahead of you.
I tried not to think of hope with her in the car.
This is all your fault. You never should have ________________.
That blank could be anything, was anything.
I hadn’t hung out with her in seven years.
What was my fault anymore?
But it went deeper and longer than a 12-hour car ride
up 395 where the wind whips up…
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