WEDNESDAY, 2:00, PHYSICAL THERAPY: BETWEEN EXERCISES, BOBBLE YOUR HEAD

Sue Burton

I bobble and bobble. Like St. Christopher on my dash thirty years ago. The old rusted Mercury Capri. Journey or destination? The demoted saint. Key stuck in the ignition. My head feels ridiculous. Chin down, ears back. But my poor dear spine is straining to see what’s coming. 

First car I’d owned myself: the old yellow Capri. After the divorce. Wouldn’t lock, but no one stole it, lost its muffler crossing the Winooski Bridge. Even then, my neck craning, fighting the chin. The ache to know. And now, that future is now, the past nodding and shaking.