off balance

by amy sharp


It's exhausting trying to be good. My car wants to drive fast. 
My heart wants medicine. I want to pull into Nazareth or something similar.
A man rubbed my feet today. Reflexology. Push harder.
He was telling me all about his life, like he couldn't stop. This happens a lot to me. People tell me things, so I asked him to heal me and he just laughed. It's awkward being me. Push harder. People never think I'm serious. People don't know what a good driver I am.