Traffic

Sitting in traffic

Sitting in traffic is normal

Sitting in traffic is everyday

And yet you,

And yet you, Dad,

And yet you, Dad, still have your anxieties, Your irrational neurosis

And yet you, Dad, still have your anxieties, Your irrational neurosis that you take out on everybody else in the car

Sitting in traffic

Trapped in a metal cocoon

You in the driver’s seat

Your fingers tap against the driving wheel

Your voice gets louder

Your voice gets louder and louder

Now you are yelling

And I am silent