make it fit he says

the pieces

like my sister like

the way roads wind

and you help me to sleep

he says

and i press on there are

mileposts that we haven’t seen

some nissan truck in 1994 or

thereabouts

but he doesn’t know that

but my sister he says

and i show him her golden hair

and i drive

we’ll get there

despite it all

and find it

and he falls back

and i drive

and she nods

and somewhere cattails whisper

for all of us

and at the end of the day

we put the puzzle together

ignore rapunzel

ignore our hair

and rest.