My coworker the accidental poet (overheard at work)

Had a couple of whisky drinks yesterday
Made me feel strong!
Now I'm tired

I like goosebumps

I like goosebumps
I like chills
Know where I can score some endorphins?
I went on an all night sleep bender
Now Let's Rage

Look at the sky

Parent meeting
I feel like a student again
not a feeling I enjoy
The teacher is at the front of the class talking
I'm sitting in a tiny chair having trouble concentrating
"We need this form signed, and a volunteer to coordinate these events..."
My mind keeps wandering off
She stops... "I'm sorry but, look at the sky."
We look out the window to catch a fantastic fall sunset swirl of blue, and pink, and grey
I am filled with joy at knowing my daughter has a teacher who will interrupt herself to point out a beautiful sky

9/ll memory

Driving on the freeway, everyone going exactly the same moderate speed, nobody passing, very little lane changing. I'm crying. 

I look to my left and the driver of the car next to me is staring straight ahead, also crying. 

I look to my right, same.
In this broken hour we function perfectly, like a precision instrument.

I arrive home and park against the curb on the busy, three lane road where my apartment sits. The spell is broken as I open my door into a bicyclist. The car door makes contact with his pedal. 

He yells "Fuck you, asshole!" and flips me off. 

I yell "I'm sorry!" because I am, incredibly, but I also want to yell "Thank you!"