Break

POETRY

by Rebekah Fieldman

I was driving

down the empty street–

the one with the car wash.

I was driving

past the entrance.

I think that’s

your car in the lot.

I keep driving

down the empty street.

Five seconds.

Then a three-point turn.

I was driving

into the car wash.

I was driving

past your car.

I look quickly

to catch your eye.

It’s a man

I’ve never seen before.

I press the gas

through the exit.