white
cadillac.
barely seeing over steering wheel.
she drove
it to Penny's or Macy's,
the grocery store,
to pick up her friends
on Nebraska Avenue
to take them to Phillips
Crab house
down by the water front.
she'd crash it into bumpers
and fenders, the sides
of cars
in parking lots.
she kept a pad and pen
on her dashboard
to write a note to those she'd hit.
it was the same note.
i'm old, sorry for hitting your car,
but they'll take my
license away
if i wait for you to come out,
or for the police.
i'm sorry. i hope you have insurance.
have a nice day.
Mary
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