fault line

He’s drunk driving
swiveling on the streets
he sobers with the smash
blames it all on the ice
the black ice.
The other driver believes him
assures him
he slid on some ice earlier
it wasn’t anyone’s fault
no need to share information
he looks like a good kid.
so have a good night.
And get home safely,
there are drunk drivers all over
this late.
Back to his party
with shaky hands and
without more alcohol
people whine and inquire
what took so long?
He flies up the stairs
to his room
his guilt heavy in his chest.
He tells himself he shouldn’t have gone
with his head buried
under the covers.

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