let up since I walked in the door. Trey
will never make it today. Guess
I’ll have to call a tow truck,
unless Brad can pull me
out with his big ol’
Dodge four by four.
But he and the girls
are still sleeping off
their Christmas flicks.
Wonder when they’ll
get up. Wonder if Trey
will call. Wonder if some
wayward cop discovered
the car, scraped snow
from the windows,
peeked inside,
hoping to find
something dead
past the frozen
glass. Wonder
just how close I
came to not ever
wondering about
anything again.
After a While
The house crackles alive.
Footsteps fall, weighted,
on the stairs. I get up
and trail them down
to the kitchen. Brad