the rear view mirrors full of raggedy stuffed animals.
Car after car of them.
& sick people.
& today before I leave I resent both the sick people
and the rearview mirrors with their tigers
and kittens and doggy plushies.
I feel a wave of hostility and I cannot explain why.
& I cannot imagine 5 days in a hospital.
How am I gonna crap when I'm not in the comfort of my own
I'll be so stopped up. Stopped up, stapled. bald.
Steven says going in the hospital is just like having the girls.
"sure, I say, but without the baby."
I have to leave now.
The baby brings me her pink elephant plushie
& I'm taking it with me, loved & holey, ketchup stained.
But that doesn't make me the rear window lady.
I have to go now.
Stay Salty, Stay Funky. (that's the Kettle Chip logo, but I likes!)