Bethany Bowers
	Debi outside the Drive-in Years before she thought she might want a daughter. Standing on the side of the road leaning against an abused mustard charger. A Purple drive-in sign, lingering in the upper corner, listing The Exorcist as its must see. Her eyes hidden behind circular sunglasses, mouth in a straight line, head cocked, arms crossed in front. Sun-kissed brown hair in thick straight lines reaching the wide buckled belt that cinched tight bell bottom jeans. A version of me trapped in the 70s. With the pin straight hair I was never blessed enough to receive. Did she know then? That in thirty years her face would yellow with jaundice and liver spots would decorate her wrinkled skin. That this version of her would visit blue veined legs, bloated stomach, and failing kidneys. Until slowly her blood, poisoned the liver into submission, leaving this hated photograph and sunglasses.

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