You have anger issues, he tells me.
No I don’t! How dare you? I yell and go red in the face.
So I set out my day to prove him wrong.
I smile at the bank teller and speak in a slow soft voice.
He smiles back and thanks me for my patronage.
See, people like me. So far so good.
I pat myself on the back.
A cab driver refuses to let me switch lanes
when there’s plenty of space.
You’re just a test, buddy, I smile
(as I honk and mentally flip him off.)
I drive into a parking lot the wrong way.
A man yells and flips me off.
I shrug at him and say out loud
You’re just a test, buddy.
(PS I wouldn’t shove you off a cliff
but I wouldn’t necessarily be at your funeral.)
I end up back in my garage nice and happy.
See, I made it through the day
and everything was fine.
Fine like candy-dandy champagne -worthy fine!
Major pat on back.
What’s that, he says,
prying a slip of paper from under
my windshield wiper.
How the heck did I get a parking ticket?
I thunder and rage.
See, I’m not mad at you.
I’m mad at the damn government.
Hey, just another test,
© Alicia Khoo
NaPoWriMo Day 5