The Same MiniVan Stealing My Parking Spot
It doesn't say my name,
but the parking spot is mine.
I hear stupid stories from boys
who are bad whisperers.
I wait at the red light to feel a flaw in my orange and yellow
I see a whole flower in the
hallway from a
Throughout the rest of my day
I notice a tattoo that draws me in.
I notice a lot of glances from
a crush, in a small amount
The parking space doesn't say
my name on it.
So maybe the parking spot isn't mine.