Red
Last night I said goodbye to a friend
who is moving away
and leaned against the front gate of her house
her neighbor shouted at me as I was leaving
"Don't ever block my driveway again"
I said sorry
"There is no sorry just don't do it again"
Later in the night while sitting on the floor
I imagined a psychiatrist showing me inkblots
and myself responding to all of them
with "refrigerator" or "piano"
"I sense you're anxious about moving... You need good movers?"
"What?"
"You need good movers" the psychiatrist says, taking off her silver jacket
"No I don't actually. Everything fits in my car"