by Mia Vodanovich
In another world I inherit my father’s Mustang -
We drive to the beach for my 20th birthday
And nothing turns to a pile of crushed metal;
In the spring my hair whips around my face
and all the falling cherry blossoms.
My father sits shotgun, no seatbelt.
Mia Vodanovich is a writer, educator, podcaster, and semi-avid ABBA fan from the Bay. She has had work published in Troublemaker Firestarter, Taco Bell Quarterly, and Gardan, among others. Follow them on Instagram @the_galacticmermaid
January House Literary Journal 
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