If You Called Her Name, She'd Think It Was Someone Else

She’s in an Uber / on her way home The headache / that was stirred by the consumption of / wine intensifies Tree branches / stretch long and / bronco She can / see her reflection / in the glass it / reminds her that she is moving That she / is in a vehicle / that is moving / and the outside world is standing / still Somehow her periphery / believes that the world / rushes

past / as she sits static / in her seat The fluids / that hold her brain / in place / are convinced of this She wonders / if she sat opposite / facing the end of the car if this would feel / better or worse but for lack / of will / does not attempt / the endeavor

For better / or for worse / she is concerned with / making good her promises They pile up / she stares blankly / out the window the streetlights / do not blink An illusion / traps the sense of / an oasis between the just near and just far No matter / her steps / she does not get closer / A bedside table / used to be a big wooden box / now it is a daisy chain / of empty promise.