Turkey Sandwich
Sitting in the car alone eating a turkey and avocado
sandwich on whole wheat with lettuce and enough pesto mayonnaise to turn her
teeth green, but not enough to turn her into a vegetable to be picked and eaten
by the next hungry animal come chattering by the car parked at the curb. She
looks at the steering wheel in front of her, its round powerful ways turning
wheels into the streets she’s driven, into the streets she drives and watches
life static as an empty house or moving as another car going past her in the
opposite direction, maybe if she just turned around she could return and do it
right this time. She bites into her sandwich that does not bite back but drops
a glop of mayonnaise onto both the steering wheel and the front of her jacket
that she wipes with a thin napkin thick with all the other memories of being
alone and wears this jacket as arms around her holding her meat warm.
Posted 06/16/14