underfoot

these car rides always
brought us back home.
we were never able to leave town.
always just ended back
up in your parents living room.

it made you sick.
staying here.
you'd get into fits of
rage and disgust.

it left a bad taste in my mouth.

i got fed up. you wouldn't quit.
you wouldn't let us leave.
so i did.

you gasped, gripping your throat.
you said it hurt.
i just watched you,
your face turning red.

i went out for a spin that night,
and never went back to that living room.