My #24 for National Poetry Month
yes, I'm talking to you.
you who stole my car so blithely
you stole more than just an old Honda Civic
an old car runs,
and running cars are needed
for those days when
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.
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.