Rearview Mirror

Sometimes without much thought at all

I move my rearview mirror so that I can see my right eye while I drive.

I don’t know why I don’t this

Because when I do my reflection seems to speak to me.

I can see words coming out of my reflection’s left eye

Staring right into my right eye

Saying “What the hell are you thinking now?

Are you thinking about your last argument?

The job you lost a long time ago?

Being picked last in kick ball in damned third grade?”

And I sheepishly readjust the mirror to its proper place.

I glance quickly at what is behind me

And I fix my eyes to what is ahead of me

And return to what is a measurably more sensible activity.