Back to Spring ‘23

Untethered

by Morgan Hodorowski


that christmas eve you smelt like burnt rubber as

the car skidded stopped and you turned toward 

me spewing liquor-laced words while the hazard light 

flared and the dashboard clock turned 11:17 and mom

gripped your trembling wrist like a prayer like

a shackle chaining you here and you strained 

free then everyone was screaming and crying and

the world seemed to end as you slammed the door

shut entering into that winter night where the 

wind howled and the snowflakes were tears and

your cigarette light was a beacon when my hand

pressed against the window as you left me there