A lot lot.
I'm the type that doesn't think of anything
witty to say
until weeks later.
This evening, I couldn't drive into my happy
garage, so happy to be home garage, because
for the umpteenth time the neighbor
had parked behind our garage to
"unload."
I waited to see if he was really unloading.
Nothing, nada, nada.
Another car enters the queue.
We live in the middle of a dead end
alley.
Something inside of me SNAPS.
I start honking like a mad woman.
Insanity possesses me.
He comes out and moves past me.
I back up and pull into the garage.
But this time I am not going to
to let it go.
My gippy tired body flies
out of the van.
Cussing like a sailor on leave.
So angry, so tired, so so tired
of people who park in
the clearly marked fire lane.
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| Mary Stanley pumpkins |
In front of everyone I clearly
lose all decorum.
Neighbors pour out of their homes.
Watching the little, obviously deranged,
pumpkin woman lose it.
Yeah, I don't know how
we are going to find
world peace either.
