unexpected poem#1

inching forward towards something more beautiful
is there room here for the worm to shift
can we make room?

when i tricked brandy into clicking her seatbelt shut
when i knew it would lock
and she would be trapped
in my parents car, in the summer heat
with the blue velour of the seat
sticky and gummy on her 9 year old thighs
locked away from the water
cool lake relief

she pushed and jerked
at the nylon
finally sliding herself
free
she made room
where there was none

my seatbelt is locked
how much of me
do i have to lose
to get to the lake?