Br(e)ak(e)

She sits alone at an intersection, engine running.
The streams down her face match those on the windows
Before the wipers smear across the glass yet again.
She's been meaning to replace the blades,
But something more important always comes up.
The signal light changes and a thousand drops glint green.
She stares ahead, unseeing, and a honk from behind gets no notice.
Nor does the angry screech of tires swerving around and past.
She sits, sightless, shoulders starting to shake.
A silent scream escapes her lips as her head collapses into her hands.
And Sonny and Cher sing on, under the thrum of rain on the car.
After a few minutes she looks up, the light is green again.
She wipes her face with her hands and drives on.


December 3 - December 4, 2009