Fallin' Out

Fallin’ Out


Oh my god
I’m falling

Holy shit

I’m falling
I’m falling

Holy shit

Bang

Ten years old
It’s hot
It’s summer
Me & mama
We’re fighting
Yelling at each other
At the video store
I slam the door

Evening sun makes me squint
The truck stinks
“Damn truck.”
(“Damn Kid,” mama thinks as she
peels out of the parking lot)
I sulk in my seat.

“What’s the matter with you?”
Mama starts up again
Roll my eyes, I holler
“I just wanted 1 movie. That’s IT!
This is bullshit
You always get Granddaddy’s porn.”

Mama reaches over,
She slaps me
(changes lanes)
She’s got the green arrow
She goes
I slump against

The truck door
I see the highway coming
I remember
2 summers ago my daddy
slamming my fingers into
the very same door
he didn’t do it on purpose
he was in a hurry

BANG
My skin rolls across the concrete
Intersection
411
Foothills Mall Drive
I’m up, I’m crawling
Alive!
She runs to me,
Takes me in her arms
I cry.