Tendencies

Life drives me crazy. I swear 

this is not my car. I don’t remember 

buying it, I can’t afford to rent it,

I don’t recall parking here. 

There’s never enough insurance. 

I wouldn’t shop here if someone 

had warned me. Who knew?

Right here this gets real

existential-like, I don’t 

understand the stricken 

world, so sad & beautiful.

All I know is somehow 

I stopped here & choose to stay 

to continue the tradition. 

I tell myself, “Remember to stand up.” 

Then I look to see if I’m here 

with the keys... then it all 

comes back. Turns out I do drive. 

I even have a license. 

I drive good.

Published in ‘Beat Not Beat’ (Moon Tide Press)