Wednesday, October 27, 2010


Sudden and violent, the van slams into the cab, throwing me forward from the back seat. First thing I think, I am to blame.

The Hassid pulls out his wallet, the cabbie says he’s sorry, I admit nothing, the blame is on me.

The policeman comes, files the report, questions the drivers, smiles my way. Truth be told, Officer, I am to blame.

Today I was driving, redline raging, spiraling into lateness, spinning me towards hailing, backseat hating then impact, sudden, violent, head on from behind, there in the back, I am to blame.


  1. No, you're not to blame. Bad man driving badly is to blame. And Basecamp.

  2. I never liked playing Dominoes as a child. Don't like em now... wasn't much for camp either, lo, the foreshadowing of our youth...