Game 40

​CHI 111               DET 101

Nat Alexander

Was my friend
When I was small.

And then he vanished.

Years later,
My dad told me the story
Of the accident
That killed him.

Details so vivid
I can still see it--

Nat’s father,
Drunk--

The red convertible
Spider--

The swerve.
The screech.
The impact.

My only remaining memory
Of an old friend

I haven’t seen alive
Since I was four or five.

Stories
Are crazy.