Midway or the midpoint of my life

I understood the need to decompress

There was never enough tenderness in texts

Storms rolled through every day for weeks

I drove through some of them

I drove through many strip malls on the way—it felt familiar

The sign said ‘window tinting’ or ‘sunless tanning’

I drove through and forgot immediately

Along the way were many forms of tyranny

The mist rolled up the mountain as I drove

I rolled the window down and rolled it up again

I said, I can’t take you a mile down the road

It was because he was he, not because he was poor

She ate her oatmeal like a much older woman

She furrowed her brow but it could no longer be furrowed

Chemicals and plastics make such differences

Closets and cabinets etc. make such differences

Everybody wants to give me a china set

No one in this life wants a china set

Oh just set her up in a house

No you can’t even sell it

Oh I found us a red wooden house by a creek

I found us a white house with a vegetable garden already going strong

Oh I found us a kitchen of windows

I know I said I didn’t want to go outside ever again

No but I did