The Essential | Laura Platt

Almost no one looses a car, we so often live spread apart.
Everyone has a vehicle to connect themselves with others,
The only piece I left of it is frustration, the keys.
To loose that connection is isolation from involvement. I can't
get where everyone else is--far away,
I've never known someone to loose something so elementary
Everyone owns one in it's bliss or despair, disheveled or mint. They ride
with their smiles or their tears, but me, I sit
alone straight faced. No one can pick me up along the way--I have to
find that car alone. Once found, I will keep it from speed
I am used to. Then maybe I can handle it.
But that doesn't matter I can't find it- this could be bland
without it. But maybe it is better than
taking the chance of a crash.