I WONDER WHY CARS 
Z I I I I I I I I I I P 
DOWN The 
suburban street 
I call home. 

The street where p o T H O L E S  
G E T

 DEEPER 

The more you look at them 
sidewalks remain 
upended from August storms 
that linger through 
the very presence of 
a town like this. 

Each night I
wonder 
when I shut off the lights 
s c r AMBLE to find my 
retainer in the dark 
and head into bed 

Why those damn cars come racing
down the most inconsequential street in
the most 
inconsequential town 
I can imagine 
those shitty cars screeching 

T I R E M A R K S 

Against the asphalt 
Marking their territory 
Loud and clear 
Into the night 

Is it the street 
That feels so inconsequential 
or is it me? 

Is…… it me?

ME wondering when the
noise will stop 
begging 
for 
the 

M O N O T O N Y 

of a pandemic 
for just 
I just 
right now 
a break 
a b r  e   a    k
a glimpse 
of confidence 
of hope 
of a piece of 
the life 
I once knew.

illustration by Max Hamilton