Just Get Out of the Car
ice cubes clink in a glass
gently rip the fabric of time
I’m in an old Chevrolet
where a gang of bullies pass
the bottle around
I must
drink
If I don’t they’ll
pour it down my throat
I never consider
getting out of the car
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A “madeleine” moment and great story!
I love the clink of ice in a glass can get you time traveling! Peer pressure so important when we were young.
“They always go for the belt, they never go for the plastic”
My story like that is called. “Handful of Gravel” I get it. Thanks for sharing. Good one!
Wow. Just…wow. “gently rip the fabric of time” and we’re all there, you put us there, none of us thinking we could just get out of the car. Wow.
That need to belong is so strong when we are young! This poem brought back that feeling – that pressure to go along with the crowd. Excellent!