I've started driving

The car, which drove so smoothly for my parents and sister, growled beneath me. It was as if it sensed my inexperience and wanted to flaunt it. Every tap of the pedal sent the car jolting and my turns were either too sharp or too slow.
Despair: I don’t want to do this!

Clinging To Morning Mist

The familiar heat swept through me
as our tongues danced.
My first kiss, when I was a little girl
everything became sharper, solid
as a nail through a butterflies wing.
Gradually that faded and now, going through the motions
he’s as fleeting and noticeable as
dissolving morning mist.
Passion is a poor substitute for affection
but we all need someone
to distract us from being alone,
which is what ultimately we are.
I peek under my lashes and see
the face of all my lovers --
he could be anyone.