Samantha by Emily Sears Cook

The Bluestone Review, 2011

The Bluestone Review, 2011

I once asked a friend to come with me.
Let me drive an hour into midnight
and let me forget what I was angry about.
Drive into curve after curve
and leave behind curse words.
I bought her a milkshake and acted
like I was the one doing her the favor.
And she let me.

Leave a comment