Today me and Charlie
do our lessons like we’re told
and then Aunt Bee says,
How about we go to town
for supper?
Aunt Bee doesn’t drive as fast as Gran,
but she yells at other people
through the windows.
Every now and then,
when she’s not yelling at a driver,
she looks at me in the
rearview mirror, but I
don’t look back.
I stare out the window,
watching the fields pass.
There’s only one way to the
road into town, so we
already passed the spot
where my daddy
slipped and rolled,
which means I don’t
have to close my eyes anymore.