I sit in my car
9:42
(hey, 42 is a sign)
(WHY AM I ALWAYS LOOKING FOR SIGNS)
watching the blink of the
light outside the cafeteria
flash like morse code
attempting to decrypt
as if this is a message from the
universe for me,
an oracle answer to
questions I'm afraid to think
now my
SERVICE ENGINE SOON
light has (again) lit up
orange, bold, urgent
(for once)
I don't even care,
there's too much
depth in this night
(for once)
I don't even need to
force myself to
stay