crime and punishment

this morning I ran into a parked car, coming out of the parking with my pickup truck

I made a small dent in it’s front door, a very small one

then I left, I ran

then i turned around and came back

then I left a note, “Hi I dented your front door, please call…”

then I left again

then I came back four hours later

the car was still there

my note was still there, under the wiper blade

then I ate my lunch

then I left again

then I came back one hour later

the car was still there

my note was still there

I put my truck back in the garage

hiding like a thief or a murdurer

I waited for that call some more

then I left again

to see my doctor, to remove some stitches, to leave a scar

on my belly and on my soul

then she called, a nice lady, talking nice

she wanted to know how I did the impossible, I guess

I apologoized

she accepted

then she said her husband will call later

I saw my doctor, all OK

he was worried about the weather, too warm, not snowing

my skin was OK, no cancer cells there

then I came back

three hours later

the car was still there

the note was gone

that small orange sticky note with my name and number

why she hasn’t moved the car yet? or he?

I had an urge to smash the little white thing and burn it down

a day is a very long time for a newly dented parked car

I can still see the car from my window

I am still waiting for the husband to call me

or to come and kill me

or to say something nice or not nice to me

to finally settle a minor car accident

I am still waiting for the husband to move his goddamn car