run away

Slowly the bag fills, full of folded clothes

My favorite shirts, necessary pants, a sweatshirt and all my panties

Shower things go in another, along with the miscellenous

The bags sit side by side at the door

Dad's can of change dumped into a baby and placed inside

He'll understand.

A few folded blankets, a pillow, a couple pictures add to the stack

It piles into the trunk

The full car creeps out of the driveway, away from the house

Not expected home till late, when the "movie" ends

A short drive to the bank, accounts drained, change converted

An insuffienct explanation dropped at the bank

"Couldn't take it

Needed out

Sorry"

The car eats highway, speeding excessively

I run away.

(written July 30, 2005)