tuesday

i couldn’t find the car today

missy drove it last, on sunday

how we love our daily mysteries

how is my elbow going to feel in the morning?
what are my kids whispering about in their room all the time?
what god damn floor did we park on?

i went up and down the stairs

clicking my keys

listening for an inanimate object to announce itself

i phoned a friend

missy swears it’s on the fourth floor

my eyes disagree

i get snippy

say I’ll figure it out

hang up

and as quickly as my words began to echo

behold:

my crimson suv

obscured by a mightier van

firmly and plainly

on the fourth floor

heat rising

cursing the van driver for obfuscating my vision

how dare they park next to me

missy, while we’re here

what was she thinking?

and lest we forget eve

she wanted fruit and now i have to own a car? 

at last, me

he who forgot to change the battery on the key fob

why shouldn’t it be me?