i drove around the block twice on my way home from work 
and sang along to 
the good side 
with the windows rolled slightly down.
the 7th chords played on my heartstrings
and my rosy world turned to blue. 


i sat in my driveway with the car running for twenty minutes 
and cried when i saw the buckets 
my father had thrown across the lawn. 
he pretended to be asleep when i walked in
but i heard him get up and close the door to his bedroom 
and to the possibility of us talking tonight
i know we will fight in the morning.