because i can sit on my
front steps and no one - not a soul - is passing on the
sidewalk or in the street.
because
all the raindrops on all the windshields and the pink in the sky from the city lights must be there with my permission because there's simply no one else to have allowed them to be there.
because the idiot
drag racing himself towards home in a little pickup wasn't real and i know this because he was simply too
absurd and incongruous.
because i hear
my own soundtrack in my ears and not another sound.
because i can think of no reason why i couldn't simply walk into the house across the street or the car across the street or the
convenience store down the block or the mall half a mile away.
because it's rained and it's
sunday night and the world is clean and at peace.
because i can sit in my room with the window open wearing a slip and stockings and be
persuasive to no one, and that's
freeing. and good for reminding one that one's place in the world is
small and insignificant.
because my car doesn't work but i don't care because there's no place open for me to
drive it to.
because no one else has presented themselves to
claim it.