GT Beretta

I’m going to start calling some of these women      
By their car names        
Blue        
And I knew her philosophy clearly;        
“If I gotta go to school. You gotta go to school.”        
(I'm pretty sure we both agreed not to go    
while on the phone the night before)    
I was at school already though despite that    
We must have missed each other somehow        
Because my mind wasn’t exactly        
Trickling you in.        
Cool. Woodshop        
Heading home.        
       
I walk through the door        
To see my Mother        
Doing something        
In the kitchen        
“Chris came by        
To take you        
to school this morning.”        
(HS)        
Hmpf, ok.        
       
Let me see if I can flash her in now.        
She was long, of course,        
Plaid flannel, tight jeans        
Skinny      
Weren't we all      
       
(Childhood obesity      
wasn't even a thing      
back then, 3x these days)      
       
A bit of an animal        
Behind the wheel        
She smoked a blunt        
(Breaking me in        
For the smell        
Of the real thing)        
Blasting        
Pantera        
“You want it”        
I shook my head        
(She knew I didn’t smoke        
But whatever)        
“That’s all you.”        
       
There was some        
Kind of cat and mouse        
That happened  
With me and “Her steady”
Some jock
She heard about it,      
Approached me    
Burnout meets pseudo preppy
City import    
Then we found        
Ourselves        
On the other side        
Of each other.        
       
(I had to discard        
Those notes        
We passed        
Back and forth        
In the form        
Of Chinese        
Fortune telling        
Just because        
The thought        
Of my Mother        
Reading me        
In between classes        
Made me cringe.)