Come with Me

While I drive

one hundred miles

per hour down Facebook

glancing at the angry neighbors

taking out their trash

and taking pictures

of their food

(yes, I do that)

They scowl and I

cuss and laugh

until someone

does it to me.

Then I scowl and wonder

how anyone can be

so flip about what matters

the cilantro, the avocado,

the trip I took

to Kansas

or Philadelphia

but now I have

my foot on the gas

and I laugh and laugh.