BY MADELINE CONWAY
Published March 9, 2010
Hysterics are for
the worst kind
of realizations.
More like this
Like,
I live
in a house that God built
for people to be alone.
Good thing
my father left me
something more useful than money:
a head-
no, a heart-
for the road.
Because I drove
25 blocks
blurry-eyed,
screaming into the night,
foot off the pedal,
coasting
on a riptide.
