Going up the narrow road. The list of expectations, that have yet to be met, driving circles in my mind. The apology list grows longer and longer-- saying sorry for things that have yet to come, people I know I will fail. The guilt grows darker, creates a shadow, a blind spot- a thump!
I hit a car. I hit his car. He has a nice car.
It's a reflex: stop, drive back, park the car, and step out.
Oh my gosh, I really hit his car. His side mirror is on the road.
I am so sorry.
It's okay.
I will give you all my information.
Yes, let's exchange information.
I am really very sorry.
2 comments:
I love that you can make hitting a car sound so poetic.
Hahaha! Poetry in motion :)
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