The falling of one rain drop causes all Atlanta drivers to immediately forget traffic rules; so will daylight savings time, a girl applying lipstick in the next car, or a flat tire three lanes over.

i am sitting in traffic & the man behind me is sitting on his horn but that’s okay because i am imagining myself dipping 400 strawberries in melted milk chocolate & i’m waiting for the light to turn & the man behind me has misinterpreted the definition of a traffic light but that’s okay because i am imagining myself on a ferry boat between Seattle & the San Juan Islands & the light turns but traffic doesn’t & the man behind me flips me the bird but that’s okay because i imagine his ass must be a box of smoldering matches & all he needs is tub of cold water to put it out & when we finally start to inch along the asphalt & he swerves out next to me we lock eyes & i smile & he doesn’t but that’s okay because i have no desire to collect catastrophe & i’d rather hunt tomorrow instead

 

Day 7 of 30

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