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three siblings in a car
by zippy


Twenty conversations amongst us three,
only mine was silently with myself.
The longest road before and behind me,
with fret on my brow, my trust on the shelf.

I believed in them once upon a time,
when their hearts were good and their minds better,
before their choices compelled them to crime
and reason was lost like a dead letter.

I drove beyond sunset, well into dark
with them in the back seat playing roulette.
Brother resembled brother with the mark
of a generation's worth of regret.

I am my mother's daughter, that I know.
They are her sons as well, quite quid pro quo.