dent

I drive home from Cape Cod.
Before I pack the car, my mother backs into my car and dents the front.

On the road, I sit in silence. I have fights with people in my head.

When I get to New York, I'm not so happy to be there.
I put the car in the garage.
I pick up my mail. I get a letter from some county clerk office.I think that a doctor is sue-ing me.

I don't know.

Today I'll drive back to Connecticut with the car.