A Poem by Andrew Kreider

Thinking

She’s been thinking

about things that don’t need,
thinking about things that don’t want,
or cling, or hate, after
six months or six years

thinking about how far

she has driven in this
stupid dark blue Windstar
with its half-demolished bumper
and overflowing bag of trash

thinking about him, and the other her,

and why he won’t be on time,
and the smell of his cologne,
thinking about red wine and promises
about anything at all

because sometimes it’s easier that way.

 

 

 

Born and raised in London, England, Andrew Kreider has lived for over twenty years in northern Indiana. He has published three chapbooks, and has an active poetry blog under the title Penguin Poems. http://thepenguinpoet.com