Overcast morning,
a dangerous drizzle
threatens to make
my windshield
a blinding blur
of dead bugs and dirt.

I have not washed
my vehicle in months,
since the car wash
remodelled and put
in new chemicals
which made me
which made me
hysterical to leave,
to flee the claustrophobia.
Brushes beating in
on me,
that had always prompted
deep breaths and
eager anticipation
for the exit,
even when
I felt my best.