The drive home

 The tyre marks through the snow
Into parks and infront of the hotel woe
head held high you see your car sticking out
The lopsided way you park seldom to check
never ever bothering to self correct

Snow melts from the inner hubcaps
dripping down from the shaped bowl
The bar behind you noisy and dull
Your hand snake like searches keys

Whoops your handbag falls on to the wet pavement
The slap it makes feel like one in the saving face
You clench fist and teeth, bend retrieve no grace
No ease, underneath still on concrete were your keys

Dream of an easier life that imposter disease
Adjusted with all the settings in love in health
the things you are too afraid to give yourself
Key penetrates door like a rapist

You are in against it's will, metal slides
heater on, radio blaring it's advertising
Shopping and shame with a garnish of fear
You swing the steering wheel 

In the other hand adjust your underwear
Windscreen wipers hit the ice and slip over it
You wait for the thaw but the ice doesn't care
How things could be different you insist

You brake softly sliding into that intersection fate
The worrying feeling that life is all about choices illuminates
Like yellow to red as you slowed down for it
An old woman pushing a shopping trolley hobbles

One wheel skipping and rotating just not aligned
Will this be me your fear asks in that voice oh sublime
A whino trying to get from one side of the street
carrying her failures in beaten up stolen supermarket trolley