and black nightmares.
Adam folded me gently
into his arms,
kissed my sobs,
stilled my quaking.
Don’t cry, Bree. It’s okay now.
The patrol car drew
even, slowed to
a crawl, window
rolled down, inquiring.
Remember, you’re buzzed. Stay cool.
Glad he was there, scared
he was there, I dug deep
for a smile, waved
the cop away.
Come on. Let’s go home.
I Held Tight
to his shirt
all the way home,
clung fast like
a paranoid kitten.
Dad wasn’t there,
no doubt bowling
off his own buzz,
so I asked Adam in.
We stayed up all
night, smoking,
talking, I struggle
to remember
exactly what