Anniversary

I spent most of today thinking it was Friday.
Last night I slept for an hour at the rest stop,
Finally woken by a full moon.
Today is the anniversary of my mother's death
Crushed metal and skid marks
I had to go to the junk yard and sit in her car
Sit in her seat
But I think she'd rather be dead
Than to have killed the kid that hit her
His car crushed to the firewall
And he walked away
While her friends did CPR in the street.