No Time to Wander

I fell out of bed too late for breakfast, 

pants on backward, 

one shoe black, one shoe blue,

jumped in the car. Uh oh. Freeway

exit blocked for construction. 

And the next. And the next. 

Finally got off with no gas in the tank

in a place I shouldn’t be

with no idea how to get home,

no bars on my dead phone.

I was lost, high on wander, low on lust.

Made a uuueeey, caught a cop

to help me out, high on wonder, 

high on lust. Now we’re married

and my wandering days are done

published in Prolific Pulse