May 16, 2025Fourth of July
Boyfriend home on four days of leave, I borrow Mom’s pickup and we go for a drive. Windows down, radio up. AC/DC. Deep Purple. Cream. Heart. Scent of mint fields and the slow glide of a hawk. Pause in the pullout beside what was once his grandparents’ house. Stretch our legs to the chatter of swallows. I’ve lost track of time. He hasn’t. Due for dinner with his mom in half an hour, he asks for the keys. I’m hesitant, but he’s the faster driver.
ring box—
my answer
in the form of a question
from #87 – Spring 2025