How I Park My Car

No room
for big cars
cigarette smoking women
or bourbon sipping
old men–
the page has turned on us.

Some days
I talk to old men
who don’t breathe
gray-skinned women
who only
and anxiety ridden children
who never learned
how to spit properly.
They’re all hated
by somebody.
Me too
I guess.

I park my car
anywhere I want
two spaces sometimes.
Go inside, order up a double
straight, on the rocks
sit at the window, sip
think about a different time
a different kind of noise
wonder how the world
got so goddamn quiet.

first appeared: Medusa’s Kitchen, 2.22.2019

© 2019, Bill Gainer


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