it is night when my father 
takes my mother on a truck ride
whips the narrow mountain roads
a teetering roller coaster car
its headlights cutting planks of light 
from the darkness

Bell bound the shadows are more road 
than the cracked asphalt which creeps 
beyond the black curtains 
of the forest’s encroaching growth

my mother braces against the dash 
she cries let me out
and is struck by the sudden 
stillness of the once 
rushing night

he reaches across to shove
open the passenger door                              
so get out
leaves her standing
in the tightening darkness
the red eyes of his brake lights 
growing distant and small



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