18d • Feedback & Critique
Drive-Bys
I’m slipping down the embankments of
Your scripture
Sadness is pooled at the bottom
And the loneliness can’t resist her
I’m so afraid to be seized by the icy knowledge
After all, I’m totally uncouth and unpolished
(Will there be a rowboat for me)
Father, I fear I’m losing my grip
Never again will there be a venti cold brew
In my future,
Never again a neck to stick out for you
No way to send a voicemail or pleading text
Instead, I’m toggling between the hands of
Memories,
Constant drive-bys through my mind
And the helplessness of what could be next
Copyright c Kimberly Virga 2026
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