joseph_millar
PeeT
Why
don’t
you
just
say
one
of
your
prayers
,
she
sighs
on
the
way
to
the
airport
,
passing
through
the
Virginia
hills,
something
hidden
and
dazed
in
her
look
like
the
singer
’s corrosive
voice
smoldering
out
of
the
radio
.
When
we
stop
to
stretch
in
a
grove
of
dark
pines
she
looks
like
she
’s
trying
to
remember
something
standing
beside
the
fender
and
bending
the
wing-mirror
over
,
daylight
the
color
of
tapwater,
silver
-gray
like
the
sky
.
I
look
okay
in
this
type
of
light
,
she
says
no
one
can
see
my
crow
’s
feet
.
I
can
’t
decide
if
she
’s
flirting
with
me
or
trying
to
pick
a
fight
.
What
if
I
tell
her
I
’m
not
afraid
of
her
midnight
rages
and
vanities?
What
if
I
give
her
these
skinny
violets
and
say
get
back
in
the
car
?
120103
what's it to you?
who
go
blather
from