Confessions to a Rearview Mirror

Sometimes I tell people

That I’m out doing homework

Somewhere

But I’m actually just in

My car in a random parking

Lot, with the heat turned all

The way up, chewing my gum.

Just sitting. To get away.

To think. To live. To die. To

Consider writing again. Or

Smiling again.

And feeling neither

Would be genuine anyway.

What makes me

Smile

Anymore?

It can turn into hours,

This parking, heating, chewing,

Dying.

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