From Spring Cleaning, a collection published in 2015.
Delusional? Maybe. Unscathed? Working On It.
I drive my car along the same route
The same pothole greets me
I feel sure it recognizes me and
it likes me.
Why else would such an impressive entity
as this portal to the center of the earth
(I exaggerate, but only a little)
go to such trouble to get my attention
day after day?
I am careful to approach with proper respect
I am gentle and cautious in all interactions.
I do not like to risk spoiling our relationship
I must deny
is based on sheer destructive pleasure
on the one part
and anxiety for my car’s undercarriage
on the other.
No, it likes me.