From the Backseat
Friday night, horns honking, lights glaring men loosening their ties in the driver’s seat tired mothers speeding back home and your sister is in the backseat. Friday night, and you just want to get to your friend’s house so you tap your hands on the wheel jam out to your favorite song and your sister sings from the backseat. Friday night, when your father told you to be careful and your mother told you to turn on your headlights but you laugh and text your friend “omw” and your sister chats with you from the backseat. Friday night, and you could have been looking ahead but instead you looked down at your lap and smiled right before you and your sister fell silent.