that Friday was the last day the vehicle had been seen by its owners…
sometime between that evening and Saturday evening the car was taken…
where had it been taken?… were the stalkers at the heart of the rancid
taste at the back of my mouth?… just a total stunned shock in the cold
weather, walking back and forth between parking lot and home, and still
it baffles me with sudden cold water precision… as the reports were made
to the three local authorities, plans for more immediate action are
taking place, and we go searching sometime close to noon… why repress
the expression through this avatar we have become, each trying to lure
and affix the other to some bound ritual obsessively, and trying to
steal a little more time from the greater sum of the parts when we each
want something a little better than this….what we are left with from the
ancestral cesspool… we attain some factor that the system around us
says is good, but these words of immediately credible dialogue are
facetious from the inside, there is a scramble of emotions as soon as
that good thing is gone… the unrelenting questions of what to do
afterward, and the pitiful feeling in the depth of the stomach that
wishes to wretch, with no way to figure out the compensation right away…
a weak end to almost a year of taking the automobile for granted, then
some joyrider decides that the car was worth the time to take, but the
last trace of hope for recovery becomes short-lived as the evening comes
to a close… the worries rage to the surface as every other detail loses
its dynamic thrust as the debate over this supposedly precious item,
worked hard for the privilege to own the car, and now it is just gone
with few solutions except to buy another car to be confronted…
