quiet and boring
six years old
sitting in the back seat
of grandma’s cadillac
too short to see out
soft music too low to make out
slow excelleration
slow slow to a stop
slow excelleration
low thumping of the street
warm smell of tan leather
spearmint gum to pass the time
summer sun through untinted windows
air conditioner fan set on medium
open the ashtray
perfectly shiny
close the ashtray
too young to demand more
more spice to my life
the idea of jumping out of the car
never crossing my mind
murmur comment about the price of gas at that last gas station
maybe we’re on the way to eat pizza
or on the way to swim
or to the grocery store
which is fun because all the stores down here are different
than the ones at home
with their dirty old tore up linoleum floors
 mostly bare cement
scent of overripened bananas
and toys i’ve never seen before
made the ride bearable
i had an idea of when the eerily drab light thumping
tan leather untinted heavy boredom
would end


 
 the world spins slowly

coated in a film

 deadening sensation

 grounding fingertip electricity

the breeze detectable

only by the silent passing leaves

 

 this doesn’t feel right