Careening Around

I felt like slamming my foot on the accelerator today, go out blazing, twisted metal flying and all the years of gun-slinging, standing solid against a sea of arrows, to hell with the drama, the manufactured drama when real drama is held like a crystal ball in my palm, shimmering beautiful, so that's the way it will all turn out. When Oliver got into the car after school, the metal twisted further so he grabbed three licorice I said only three and a plastic straw and he chewed that straw all the way home his fists pumping Mom you look like one of those movie stars with those glasses.