Ten and Two
License Check
Phone Check
Seatbelt Buckled Check
Hands need to tend to
Ten and Two
I tend to forget
sideview mirrors To check both sideview mirrors
I look
In the rearview mirror
I see a closed garage
Sweat from my palms
Make it difficult to grab my
Keys
I’m alone in a car
The smell of leather pokes
at my nostrils
The sight of a closed garage keeps me
Protected from the
rays of daylight.
What will happen once I exit?
Ten and Two
Too much
Space…And
Time crumbles with every
Thought That secures me
Like a mental seatbelt.
It’s simple really.
All I need to do is
Turn
The
Ignition.
Well actually open the garage first
