12:30 a.m.
76 degrees with low humidity
June 13th 1954
Everything is going well
For our midnight drive
1:45 a.m.
We’re taking the back-roads tonight
Patsy’s on the radio
The lightning bugs are almost more than the headlights
The crickets, almost louder than the engine
The wind is sweet and cool
For our midnight drive
2:30 a.m.
On a turn in near the swamps
The headlights go off
The moon stays on
The trunk pops open
The plastic tarp moves slowly up down
Just over his mouth
Just over his eyes
Now that we’ve stopped
Our midnight drive.
4:15 a.m.
80 degrees and balmy
The chains are locked around his waist
The cinderblocks are holding him in place
When the blood starts to leak
The gators come to feed
All in all
All went well
For our midnight drive
