because i can sit on my front steps
and no one - not a soul - is passing on the sidewalk
or in the street.
because all the raindrops on all the windshields
and the pink in the sky from the city lights must be there with my permission because there's simply no one else to have allowed them to be there.
because the idiot drag racing
himself towards home in a little pickup wasn't real and i know this because he was simply too absurd and incongruous
because i hear my own soundtrack
in my ears and not another sound.
because i can think of no reason why i couldn't simply walk into the house across the street or the car across the street or the convenience store
down the block or the mall half a mile away.
because it's rained and it's sunday night
and the world is clean and at peace.
because i can sit in my room with the window open wearing a slip and stockings and be persuasive to no one
, and that's freeing
. and good for reminding one that one's place in the world is small and insignificant
because my car doesn't work but i don't care because there's no place open for me to drive
because no one else has presented themselves to claim