My hair is feral.  I’m wearing bright red lipstick.
peaches song on the radio in the car at the stop light, I’m swaying with the music.

(the song was “dumb fuck”)

then i look over.  i see him.  an older guy.  grinning at me.  beaming.

i’m 49 years old.  this has not happened in forever.

he’s in the wrong lane to follow me.

he tries to change lanes to follow me.

i see his blinker come on, but he gets cut off.

i wonder if he will cut through the parking lot to catch up with me.

i get to my house too quickly.

that was fun.  i feel pretty hot.

for an older lady.  not twenty anymore.

this hasn’t happened in a while.

youth is wasted on the young.

It is strange when

you ask me for help

strange when

the world turns upside down

strange when 

the spaghetti becomes zucchini

when

your heart becomes cold

when you stop loving me

strange when 

suddenly you are old

and your friends are gone

when your shoelaces become loose

and you can’t find your shirt

strange when

he’s yelling

there’s almond salmon for supper

but no newspaper

on the train

it’s a long haul