Catharsis: The Domino Effect

from November...early post-concussion

Instead of flying on the night quiet
of neighborhood streets,
I dodged
demons
in the dark intersections of
the why of my life
until
Domino’s delivery
dabbed into my life
at the
dark intersection
of 28th and Hampshire.

I turned my headlamp into the windshield,
stared him to stop
and pedaled,
pissed
off.


- ob