circling

a trip is needed.
you pack
a bag.
you put some cash
in your pocket.
you fill your tank
with gas.
at this point
in the year
you could go anywhere.
the weather having
not quite turned
just yet.
but where?
you want to go where
no one
knows you,
where there is no
one waiting
with open
arms. maybe betty
could go with you
if she isn't too
busy. but she's
always busy busy
busy.
you start your car,
you wipe a bug off
the windshield with
your wipers.
you squirt some more
blue fluid onto
the glass.
it's taking a lot
of wiping.
it was a big bug.
finally you leave.
you circle the beltway,
pondering.