Sunday, January 31, 2010


Woman in distress.
I roll around
She flags me down
Her and her friend in need.

They are out of gasoline
"No problem" I say,
"Hop in my truck
There's a station near."

I drop them off
At their vehicle.
They start it right up
And off we go our separate ways.

Later, I find out my sister
Hates her.
What was her name?
I was seventeen.
She was sixteen.

Girl with braces. And short.