Rabbit
Rabbit stuck on a clock
His eyes watch the second hand
It winds around and around
His ear twitches to the tock
The clock stands still
Rabbit turns away
He is late
He is late
For nothing
The Car
I loved falling asleep
in the car
with the heaters full blast
my head against the window
cool on my temple
hair flitting around my eyes
the snow swirling a round
in the dark outside
and Johnny Cash playing
soft through the speakers
Perfect
I woke up
I was late
But it was perfect…
It wasn’t cold
It wasn’t warm
I was perfect
I slipped into my jeans
They fit perfect
My makeup didn’t smudge
or fade
It looked perfect
I was perfect
They stared, I stared right back
I flowed through the halls
Like shining water
I felt perfect
I was perfect