Car Thieves

My #24 for National Poetry Month

you

hey you

yes, I'm talking to you.

you who stole my car so blithely

so easily,

yes you.

car thief.

you stole more than just an old Honda Civic

an old car runs,

and running cars are needed

for those days when

WORK happens.

you stole some of that.

you took part of a wedding present

for one daughter too,

part of college tuition for another

you made me feel vulnerable.

because of you

I will have to buy a car

i cannot afford.

I have to work.

unlike you.

copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2015

PS. I hate writing confessional poetry, but this has affected me so profoundly.This piece will make its way to the sludge pile in a while. I just have to have my say first.