your mugshot made the 11 o‘clock news
pulled over for talking on your cell phone
arrested after they found cocaine and drug paraphernalia in your car
face still youthful
hair tucked neatly behind your ears
lips pursed
eyes dark and distant
like the silhouettes of a mother and father walking away from their only child
you sat right behind me in school
blonde hair teased
clad in umbros regardless of the season
helped me spell hundreds and hundreds of words
words like recovery
stability
maybe even prosperity
Rusty Truck 