this morning #160.

this morning, it was time to make the donuts so she cranked up the stereo, revved up the engine & slammed on the gas. as she spun round & round on her ex-girlfriend’s front yard, the phrase “mow that lawn. mow that lawn” echoed over and over in her head. though her ex had set her free weeks ago, this is the first time she’d actually felt free. she screamed her face red & kept that steering wheel pinned until her subaru got stuck in the upturned soil. moving on had now taken on new meaning & she was stuck again. when the police rolled up to put an end to the ordeal, she was sitting in the mud, her tears turned to flood. she would soon be arrested for love.