My Worst Enemy
My left side mirror is my worst enemy.
It plays trick after trick on me
I don't think where I am parked helps the situation
because I generally wake up really, wholesomely restless
and try to back up next to some thick bushes.
which I don't even look at because anything that is still dark
in the morning will make me remember closing my eyes
and then I'll blink and not be in the same moment
but while I back up, my side mirror likes to touch the bushes.
Remember when the teachers told you not to stick your hand outside the window?
Well it did it anyway and the mirror was loosened.
So I take it, fine enough not much damage and aesthetics were never my goal
because I need something that can be used.
So I keep going, hardly awake and as soon as I forget that I need to make sure
I can clear the bushes, I hear a loud crash.
My mirror got ripped out of its plastic casing. I know not a damn thing about tools so I can leave it
dangling while I floor it 50 to work.
My dad fixed it by drilling some nails into it. It's not useable but the vanity of a mirror
is still there. Whatever, it was a great gesture but this mirror is teeter tottering between my
love and hate side. I keep watch that I clear the side mirror every time from those
carnivorous bushes but one day that I think I got it, I hear another crash. The nails were still holding it
together but now the car just looked goofy. Nails sprouting off in every direction, a side mirror dangling.
I don't even look at it anymore but a friend decides to fix it and I say
okay but I want no part in it. So he gets his drills and nails and does what my dad did
but really gets that motherfucker stuck in there. It holds up for a few weeks
but backing up, knowing I will not make it from
these bushes I hear a loud breaking noise, but the drill job held up
so I was surprised but when the first rays of sunrise hit that mirror
I noticed the bush fragmented the shattered mirror into tiny pieces and now I can't
bear myself to look at it.
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
Sunday, May 1, 2011
Stolen Goods
Stolen Goods
I see it was finally my opportunity. To sweep her off her feet. She was alone, smoothly striding down the sidewalk, going away from the city when I was coming. I had my car today for a purpose. I park next to her and glance at the back of her next and when I noticed she was still wearing that shiny necklace I just started at her through my peripherals. She turns back, looks in my direction as if she knew me, not yet, and I just keep the car running as I slyly slide out. I walk behind her, resembling her pace, not to close, don't get to close, and she checks her surroundings dubiously barely even caring. The cracks in the sidewalk are causing her to slightly stumble and lose balance with her red high heels. I wait till we are underneath a bridge, about a minutes run back to the car to take my approach. As she goes down again because of these cracks, she uses her hands to sway back to safety and I lunge forward, grabbing her left wrist and I jerk her toward me into my protection. She wont have to fall again. I lock my elbow in with hers like we were walking down the yellow brick road as she silently screams into my sleeve. Panic flares up her cheeks and her eyes are barely visible as water opaques her yellow auburn eyes as I continue to pull, calming her down with regularity. The usual, nice weather, her vanity, I applaud her as she tries to kick around aimlessly only losing her high heel in the process. I open up the passenger side door, pull a black towel from my car floor and toss it over he head for safety precautions. I tie the safety belt around her just in case she tries anything noisy while we are in transit. I lock the door and get her high heel for her and return to the car.
I see it was finally my opportunity. To sweep her off her feet. She was alone, smoothly striding down the sidewalk, going away from the city when I was coming. I had my car today for a purpose. I park next to her and glance at the back of her next and when I noticed she was still wearing that shiny necklace I just started at her through my peripherals. She turns back, looks in my direction as if she knew me, not yet, and I just keep the car running as I slyly slide out. I walk behind her, resembling her pace, not to close, don't get to close, and she checks her surroundings dubiously barely even caring. The cracks in the sidewalk are causing her to slightly stumble and lose balance with her red high heels. I wait till we are underneath a bridge, about a minutes run back to the car to take my approach. As she goes down again because of these cracks, she uses her hands to sway back to safety and I lunge forward, grabbing her left wrist and I jerk her toward me into my protection. She wont have to fall again. I lock my elbow in with hers like we were walking down the yellow brick road as she silently screams into my sleeve. Panic flares up her cheeks and her eyes are barely visible as water opaques her yellow auburn eyes as I continue to pull, calming her down with regularity. The usual, nice weather, her vanity, I applaud her as she tries to kick around aimlessly only losing her high heel in the process. I open up the passenger side door, pull a black towel from my car floor and toss it over he head for safety precautions. I tie the safety belt around her just in case she tries anything noisy while we are in transit. I lock the door and get her high heel for her and return to the car.
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