"Drifting"

Tessa McGann

I listen to your tape cassettes, blaring from the speakers in the car. These old rock melodies are ones I think I may have heard before. And so, I hum along, loud enough so only I can hear.

Scrunched down in the backseat, I listen to these strangers play guitar. I'm trying hard to stay awake and watch the shadows flit across my legs. But curled up in the backseat, my tired self won't listen to my brain.

I know that I can trust you and this beat up Volvo feels like home. I allow myself to wander off, Not caring where we end up on this road.