Last Thursday night just after 6pm, I rear-ended a red Jetta with my blue Cabrio. We made a big mess. Car on car action. Bad. My blue Cabrio is now dead. My only personal space, the only place for silence, contemplation and being alone that I have is gone. Someone clipped my wings. I was flying too close to the sun? Felt more like I was flying through the trees, the roots at my knees.*
This is the last Scene from a Commute. I now leave FX at 6am
and return at 7:30pm,
and return at 7:30pm,
thereby never seeing the sun.
This is due to catching rides to work and back. No coverage
This is due to catching rides to work and back. No coverage
on the car, supposed insurance rates skyrocketing.
This plane has been grounded.
*Gibby Haynes
