Mission

By Josh LaMar
For Kelly Gruver


I start to get up. 
Wait.  Someone is 
trying to get behind me.
Ok . . . Go.

Weaving through the 
fabric of Westmont;
the lucky few whose
parents can afford to 
send them here, 
(or, take out loans, 
like my parents).  

My mission:
get to one thing to
set me apart as 
"Intellectual."

I merge into the left lane,
trying to get over to the fast lane.
- Just kidding. - 
Cut off again by some 
oblivious driver - heading 
towards the cereal.  

U-turn . . . and . . . NOW!
Now a line for the toll.
Finally my turn.  

Damn it!

Someone took all the 
Earl Grey.  
Oh no, 
this ruins everything.

One more chance: 
there might be one hiding under the
sugar packets . . . 
Success.

My life is complete now.  
As I dodge the oncoming traffic,
I feel a peace
like driving 80 
going North on the 5
Bitter Sweet Symphony
blaring on the stereo.
And no one else 
bothers me anymore.