It's hard to hold a tune when someone's singin' a different song.

The album began triumphantly
from my pick-up's stock stereo.
I skipped the filler songs
but couldn't bring myself
to sing along. My sore throat
tightened up. The ten-year-old
words wouldn't come out
like they had so freely in the past.

A sick kid in my head, a sick girl in my bed.
The accelerator was the alternative.
I took it.


Currently reading:
"The Element" by Ken Robinson.