His Little Tree

[Cita]

I dreamed that I ran over his little tree.

I was driving a big rig and the trailer just came up alongside the cab and there was nothing I could do to prevent the wreck, just hold on helpless during the slide...right over his little pointy tree.

No one was hurt, but in the ensuing chaos someone else mentioned, laughing, the crushed tree...showed how little I care.

He doesn't know that I have new cats gracing my windowsill or that today I finally fixed what was wrong with that essay or that a new purple fan keeps my office cool, and I bet he's forgotten how I smell.

He keeps making a wreck out of life, keeps sliding off into the ditch, tries to pull me along with him.

Why should I care about his tree?

[Jadie Jones]

"i bet he's forgotten how I smell." Brilliant. i love the details and the internal struggle is so well depicted.