Why did you honk at me, Lady in The White Car?

Some woman honked at me when I had the right-of-way.

At the turn of the car key I accept that I’ve sat myself into
a steel deathtrap. So tell me, Lady in The White Car,
Why did you honk at me?
Was it my direction through
one of many nameless lanes lined
with cars with faceless owners
that set you off like an eager boy’s first time?
I saw that you were startled
enough that you laid your hand to the horn
and scared my bland econobox car
in its rhythmic perpetual motion.
But I, Lady in The White Car,
was confused, no… startled!
High school had not prepared me for that
biblical moment when voltage
met resistors, transistors, capacitors, relays, and buttons
to amplify a vibration in my direction,
which caused synaptic eruptions in my brain that
made me feel like my heart tripped off a cliff!
But let me tell you, Lady in The White Car,
I held fast in that moment like a sailor in rough seas
that knows where he is going,
but not if he will get there.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[roarke]

oh yeah, road rage turns into road rash. Wry stuff. Nice writing.