Gravel and Bare Feet

Three hot
Summers ago
When the heat and humidity
Pressed down like flapjacks on a griddle.
On a night
Where the stars shone bright as the fire we sat around,
And the fire in our eyes
After a bottle of vodka.
Pass, swig, pass,
shwig, phass,
shwigsh, phassh
...
Metal keys
Mumbling.
...
Ignition
Grumbling.
...
Slam!
The door shuts with
Drunken confidence.
Black asphalt
Sways;
Swerves.
-Stay in the lines-
...
Crunch
Gravel under rubber.
-Hold on-
Almost home.
Missed the turn
by the Oak tree.
Turning
Around.
Narrow
Gravel.
Consciousness
S l i p s.
Too much gas.
Precipitous
Ditch.
Brake..
Brake!
Too late.
...
I hang,
Held by my seat belt.
My door hits dirt.
The other door
Is too heavy.
The rear window
Is too small.
The rear window is smashed into a thousand shapes.
Is my foot okay?
The night swallows me.
Is this a dream?
...
God, are you there?
Send a car.
Send a lightning bolt.
Send anything.
...
Send me home.
...
Phone lost.
Sandals lost.
Shirt lost.
Walking.
Walking.
Walking.
...
Consciousness returning
With the sun;
Each step burning
With the sun.
Memory of last night
Black as the soles of my feet.

I find my house;
I walk inside;
Mother is in the kitchen.
"How was the lake?"
"..
I lost the truck"
I told her, with vodka breath.
We spent all day looking;
We never found it.

I knew what hour my father finished work;
I feared his verdict.
I didn't see him that day,
I guess he was just too tired;

It turns out the truck got towed
An hour after my pilgrimage.
No foul play suspected.
"Summer's over."
Dad said as we
Retrieved the truck.
It wasn't.
It was only June.

Critiques: https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/47d9rc/vapor/d0ctmdt , https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/47flpl/unmedicated/d0cts7c