not unlike this . . .
December 13th, 2007 | Posted by nicole c perugini
today
with margo still in bed
having been ill all week
and her papa here
to care for her
if she were to wake up
i went for a starbucks
it was around 11
and so i thought id be safe from the morning rush -
the line was too too long
but i waited
p a t i e n t l y
and then while waiting for change
some older man with an accent wearing scrubs
whod been behind me in line in his silver bmw
exited his car
& came uP to my window
saying i needed to go on
because he had a surgery to perform
i told him once they gave me my change
id drive on through
but a part of me wished i could say
yo old man someonell have to do surgery on you
if you dont get back in your car
*sigh*
that
and the fact that my drink tasted like ashtray
o v e r w h e l m e d me
so i headed home for shelter
and a nap
i felt small
frail
and not unlike this
poor car
id spotted in an alleyway not too long ago . . .

December 15th, 2007 at 4:40 pm
you know, one of the things I would like to learn-since I am beginning to realize I am a pretty empathetic person, is how to protect myself in moments just like this when I feel overwhelmed by the world. I understand.