Friend Come with Me

I didn’t know what

to do with all of that

except to find where Rachel was

I saw my father’s truck

pulling into the lot

but I couldn’t stop

no matter all the jangling

up and down

my bones

I caught up

two streets later

Rachel shook me off

just walked ahead

shouting to herself

it wasn’t long before

her mother cruising

street to street found us

Get in the car!

I’m walking home—

You little—get in the car now!

Rachel ran ahead

leaving me with

her screaming-mad mother

And you!

You’ll end up in jail

Like your father!

and more like that

until the car

screeched off again

I caught up

a second time

bleeding inside from what

her mother yelled at me

but I managed

somehow to say

Rachel it’ll be okay

you won the prize

the school likes you

they want you there

you saw—

and stupidly

so stupidly

I reached I reached

thinking I guess

or no not thinking

I reached

I somehow could not

not reach for her

and slid my hand in hers

and held on tight like

on the streets before

when something snapped

she wrenched her hand away

and her blood-black eyes

ice-rimmed with red

shot back at me

and she fired this

What the hell?

Don’t touch me, you freak!

I am not your girlfriend!

and then as if

both ends of a rope bridge

had been cut so I would fall

I fell

my mouth dropped open

and I stuttered

spluttered tongue-tied

I . . . I . . . I . . .

Great comeback, Bobby.

You know what?

but she was there again

her mother

beeping beeping

what Rachel said was lost

when she sprang away

and ran to the car

leaving me alone

on the street

with no stinking idea

what

just

happened