waiting

i sat in the car
bored and cold,
snow flurries
blazing past the window shield.

coming back from the doctor,
i feel sick, and kind of tired
ready to fall onto a comfy bed
with a controller in hand

but i heard a shutter
and saw how many lights
go on

dang, the car died
why tonight,
of all nights?

i sit quietly
waiting for my father
to come pick me and
my mother up

i wanted to cuddle a pillow
and watch my shows
but instead,
i'm stuck in a cold car,
waiting.

---mindie bolce