The endless conversation
about that one friend of my brother
that messed up in 6th grade
keeps everyone awake.
With my brother gradually getting defensive,
I watch the city skyline
turn into corn fields with sad-faced cattle.
I like looking into other people’s cars to see what they are doing.
It’s a game to guess why they are traveling
through central Indiana.
Can anyone guess why we drive on these roads three times a year?
Roads that go through towns
that are barely large enough to have a name.
I don’t even know how we end up here
year after year.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.