There I was
double parked in the rain,
one wheel on the curb,
with my hazards on,
blinking.
I decided to leave it,
good enough. Go for a walk,
try not to look back at it.
And when people passed me,
pointing and exclaiming,
I would pretend it wasn’t mine
and point and exclaim in
the direction they came from
—but more foul like,
‘look at this asshat!’
and they’d turn around and see nothing,
because they didn’t double park,
one wheel on the curb
with their hazards on.
I walked for twenty,
playing with the rainbow oil
in the puddles.
I thought I was just going
around the block but when
I got to my block it turned out
I was just going around and
that wasn’t my block.
No car, no curb, no hazards.
No people pointing, no exclaiming.
Just me looking around with
one foot in an oily puddle and
keys in my pocket that belonged to me
and nothing else.
And the rain just kept coming down,
so I kept going around
looking for hazards.
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