Carsuming

Your car consumes me.

I get in and it rolls backwards down the drive before

I’ve even shut the door, trying to take me with it, trying to swallow

me, but failing. Failure rises up from the floor, trying to nip me, trying to

grab another chance to mix me in with its tides of empty plastic.

Bottles, takeaway tubs, bubble wrap, and crumpled bags, tidalling (1) their way up

to my face, covering my mouth, my nose, my eyes – until, I can no longer see the

way ahead or the oncoming

traffic.

Copyright owned by Jay Cool, March 2019

(1) Why Collins didn’t ask me to contribute to their English Dictionary, I will never fathom!

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