She was still generating residual amps
on music pheromone at 7 a.m.
Her Stratocaster hangover powering the car
on its own toward the high school halfway house
and punishing a mothers teenage memories with electrocution
Told me it was the best night of her life
Shared some viewer discretion is advised video
before I dropped her off on my way to
just another Starbucks day right before
repeating our standing joke
“Don’t get high at the High school”
She Flashes her Sweepstakes smile at me saying
she loves me too so that my heart falls over like
a line of Dominos but I don’t wanna let her
run off to the juvenile moratorium before
infecting me with some of that contagion--
without thinking I throw her any lame line I can think of
“Hey, have I ever told you about the first concert I ever went to”?
when she says, “Mom, don’t ruin this for me”.

Written by Sara Fielder © May 2015