And if not—
at least you did
everything in your power
to try and make things right.
But how?
I whisper.
Mom’s words hit hard
like a slap of sleet
across my bare cheeks.
Well, number one.
Stop feeling sorry for yourself
and have some accountability.
Take control of your life, Junie.
Make a decision about what you want
and then go after it.
After all, as you told me and Mama
you’re almost eighteen
legally grown
so, you can do what you want.
Anyway, that’s just my two cents, Junie—
you don’t have to listen to me.
But just to refresh your memory
I too have experience
fucking things up
and having to start all over again.
I’d say it’s always worth trying
to make it right.
With that, Mom pulls into our driveway
and leaves me in the carsitting with myself
and my big feelings.
