“If you’re ever in Cody, Wyoming, just ask for Wild Bob”
The truck is nearly in our passenger-side door.
A mobile is in her hand and she gestures wildly with the other.
I am reading Vonnegut.
My father is driving, screaming “Beep! Beep! Fucking beep!”
While his hands search for the horn of the car.
Eventually, he gives up, flashing his middle finger to the passenger of the truck,
Her face a wide “O” of surprise while he continues to scream
Through two windows worth of glass.
Billy Pilgrim is home from the war and in his hospital bed.
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