Some of these; none of these
Too much whiskey (again)
Breeane looks over at him
head tipped back, mouth open
deep snores are all he offers
She wonders how she will get him out of the car
when they make it back home
Bright yellow lines flash by
thwump thwump thwump
deep bass on the stereo
young pregnant and stupid, her dad says
Mike says he loves her
Mike, who works nights, and doesn't own a car
yet
Phyllis is behind the wheel, at dusk
another long day at the hospital behind them
More radiation, more tests, more serious conversations
He is wiped out, she is trying to stay upbeat
for her son, who waits at home
hoping for good news
Some of these; all of these.
special thanks to Chras4 | 
