As I drive through the Seaport
navigating rush hour traffic
watching the clouds darken through the lens of my windshield
stratocumulus nimbostratus
In a snap, rain sends all the folks into a scurry
I hang up the phone
not able to navigate the pinball game
pedestrians, bicyclists, drivers, and lights
without
killing someone or myself
Parking almost always arrives when you are just
about done with it
A good 45 minutes late to the reading
just in time to watch her read a short piece
about
the threat of losing someone
even though they are still here
abandonment: a wound we try to stitch up ourselves
with threads made of obsessive compulsive perfectionisms
that soothe us, if they weren't killing us
at the same time
