topaz patrol
Mom needs a new electric broom
I’m her child and I go with
It must be the weekend because I’m not at school
Or this could be vacation, on woodland drive
I ask if I can sit in the back back
Of the red station wagon
Mildew scent and faux leather
No seatbelt, red polypropylene rugs
Silver hinges where the jump seats can come up
We drive by tangled woods where no one goes
I wonder what’s beyond my little world
Passed my pediatrician’s office on the way to the store
There she asks the man if this one vacuums corners
I drift off into daydreams staring into space
The man doesn’t regard me
I don’t wonder about his life
waxen tangle
rugged fable