the street was dark
the girl was wearing a miniskirt
the buick was speeding
the cat ran across from driver’s side to passenger’s side
the road was slick with wet leaves
the kid had his seatbelt on
the police took forever to get there
the ambulance driver puked
the two telephone poles were both broken
the smell of cooked flesh hung in the air
the radio was blaring
the other kid tossed something out the window
the sound of broken glass was hard to hear
the other cars slowed, but didn’t stop
the coroner was there an hour later.

whatever willy said