My hands still smell of garlic
As I leap into the car
It has been so long
since I drove out alone at night
Google Maps, hello, friend.
Elton John, will you join our party on Spotify?
The world looks dazzlingly bright, like technicolour
A good film, soul food—
Now all I need is ice cream, aloneness, wind in my hair,
To complete the feeling of ultimate bliss.
I drive with intention to a spot not too far away,
Creating my own portable vacation:
A parked car,
A quiet street with a view of the sunset,
A cup of creamy cold ‘burnt butter and caramel’,
A peek at the vacant car seats behind me—
For a moment, I close my eyes and think of the warmth of my children
I miss them.
I follow blue and vermillion skies and Google Maps home.