This red rental car is mocking as a symbol of this surreal convalescence
Thrown into the mix of muscle relaxant fogged brain, is real insanity
Gas lighting is a word I taught her and her pilot light is inconsistently
flickering real and then imagined making a physical connection to
paranoia and delusion in her unreachable work location near a bus stop
“SONIC” I scream on the phone to my friend.
“She will never survive a day”
“They named it that because they want Fast!”
The generation born in the 50’s ruined the economy
she rants. There are no jobs except making slushes.