karma

Remember that car accident I was in last year?

Yeah, me too.

Earlier this week I ran into an old friend from high school. I've seen him out a few times over the past few years, but we haven't talked much. When I saw him out Tuesday he said,

"The last time I saw you you were in a bad car wreck. Is everything okay?"

Me: "You saw that?"

"Yeah, they almost hit me too."

Me: "They changed their story and my insurance had to cover that. I only had my car for two weeks and it was $3,000 in damage."

"WHAT?? They came out of the parking lot and crossed two lanes."

Me: "Yeah, the cop was a dick and I went to court and just took supervision instead of trying to fight it. No one who saw it would make a statement."

"I'm so sorry. I was late for class. I almost went by your parents house but I drove by and your car wasn't there. I didn't have your number."

Me: "It's okay. It's in the past. It's nice to hear someone else say it wasn't my fault."

"There's no way it was your fault. I'm so sorry. I feel bad."

Me: "It's okay. I'll never drive by a wreck without stopping to give someone my info for court now though."

"Well, I don't stop but I feel really bad about yours and wish I would have tracked you down."

Me: "You didn't know. Don't worry about it."

He asked if my insurance went up and I said I don't know, I'm on my parents and they only charge me $100 a month. He pays $170 a month and only has one ticket on his record. (which I believe is a DUI from a few years ago)

I definitely don't have any DUIs, but $100 sounds pretty good right about now.

Moral of the story, if you see a wreck, please PLEASE PLEASE stop and give the person hit your info in case they need a statement for court. It makes things so much easier and doesn't take that much time out of your day.

HNT

My hand











And Anne Sexton, because she's my favorite. (and more attractive than Sharon Olds)

Real life last one

No one likes it when the main character dies in the end, so this would be the real life last one.

Alternate Ending

I kicked out
my therapist and flushed
down the pills. I retired
my razor and washed
all of the spoons.

I stopped counting
the hairs as they fell
from my head. I ripped out
the notebook pages to burn
in a flower pot.

I regained
my sex, quickly
then slowly.

I unmarried
my mattress and took
up a man with good genes
and an IRA.

DONE!

I finished my final poem for my class! I wanted my character to kill herself, but I couldn't decide how. This is the most complete draft I have so far.

Hell: Part II

I laid
each of my pills out
four for each day
twenty-eight for each week
one hundred and twenty for the month

I laid
them across my mattress
four by four by four down
the lines. I matched my sheets
to compliment their colors and pulled
a nightgown over my head

I laid
each pill across my tongue
one by one by one swallowing
them down to the resident knot
in my stomach. I used
my left hand to pull out
single hairs from my head.

I laid
across the mattress, fleshly made
sheets, feline breaths expanding
the small body pressed against my own
purring in content. I pulled up my dress, fingering
my scars, I grasped my crusted, rusty
razor and carved out the words
“I’m sorry”