she drives a lot. there's always something to criticize, when she's on the road. one: the cat's eyes in the middle are spaced too far apart. they don't help when it's dark. two: the diners are all the same. the food tastes like travel and plastic wrapping, looks like an afterthought. she records these in… Continue reading whilst driving
drive. just drive. the key sticks in the ignition, roughly - engine catches, rumbling to lie. the fuel gage is low. (in this context, e is such a dread letter) the road is familiar, years of traversing it behind me. (the road in front of me is nothing new) the road speeds by under the… Continue reading poetry 101 rehab: odyssey
I write this from my sickbed (by that I mean the bed on which I am sporadically reclining whilst sick). I'm not terribly sick, but enough so that I got a bottle of hideous-tasting cough syrup in a bid to soothe my throat. *coughs and hacks* So today I had a driving lesson. I'd put… Continue reading Stage 7 of “Adulting”
don't you think you're so clever, dropping little hints. (it's an endless litany of what if; wouldn't it be nice... - i've lost count) try to paint pictures with words but you're no Monet. (keep trying and hoping i will cave) don't think i don't see what you are driving at.
the car glides over the road, slashing through puddles and churning water up. windshield wipers sway back and forth, trying to clear the rain. it's pointless, new drops fall as quickly as they're cleared. the world is hazy, blurred to dreamlike quality, narrowed to this bubble. response to this challenge.
i hate driving but it's the fastest way to leave you behind. no - not the fastest but certainly the quietest. driving far enough means i don't see you in the rearview mirror. and if i drive fast enough you'll lose sight of me among the crowd. look away while i leave and don't follow.… Continue reading Poetry 101 Rehab: Getaway
Silence settles over the small car as she cuts the engine, more than complying with the bright red sign staring down at her. She’s been driving for what feels like several hours, though her watch indicates it has only been a half hour at most, occasionally veering close to breaking road rules. It isn’t the… Continue reading Just Thursday Blog Hop: Stop