It goes like this:
dry heave at noon
she speaks
sobs
speaks
screams
says her father vomited when they got the call last night
says among the shards
of crushed CDs, upturned Jeep
South Carolina highway
guidrail, flashing indigo lights
Our Lover of Salsa
says she's an only child now
her friends packed her a bag (fistfuls of underwear
in fuchsia and teal, and no pants, save black), put her in the car
drove her to Georgia
says get here
and
I
test the seatbelt twice
and try hard not to flinch
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