“April, we’re just anxious for summer,
There’s nothing wrong with you.”
I passed her the bottle of Tums
from the glove compartment,
she slapped my hand away.
The rain was making us stir-crazy,
but I know she thought we were leaving.
Everybody in the bar kept telling her
what a chance it was
what a great escape
which is, I think, what ate her.
It got so that she would get ulcers
and I heard she was in the hospital
the day we left.