Photo by Alex Zavala
being stuck at the red light until the end of time is better than you think
because you’re stuck in what happens before life begins, an uneventful brink
dressed in your favorite clothes before the never-ending sweat stains,
your anxious thoughts can’t leave the car and will never take the reigns
tires cemented in the street means no more school,
no disappointing the teachers that believed in you when all you knew was how to drown in a pool
working 9 to 5 is no longer a prison,
FM radio ads exist to entertain your stupid decisions
hell, it beats driving your car straight off the cliff,
because, after the wreckage, you don’t know if want your body to move or remain eternally stiff
the drivers behind you can honk all they want
because some stoplight beyond you is to blame, you remain nonchalant
but, alas, the intersection will clear as the light eventually turns green,
the life around you can’t cease like the details of some obnoxious pipe dream
Kindergarten 