Crash
Friday, December 02, 2005Pouring Rain.
Car accident.
He is fine.
That's all that matters.
The car is dented.
Who gives a shit.
The mother calls.
To tell me my brother is
In the hospital.
He's had a seizure.
He will be fine.
That's all that matters.
I tell her about Mr. C.
She asks about the car.
Not him.
Insensitive.
To the core.
My words are spilling
Along with the tears.
We have it out.
Finally.
She starts with the memememe.
I yell it's not about you right now.
She freaks.
I freak.
Crash.
And all I can think.
To do.
Is tell you.
10:31 AM
I'll say a prayer for your brother and for anyone who was involved in the accident.
I hope you have a better weekend.