Sometimes You’re Wrong

Sometimes you figure a drive
to get out of the house will be good
for you, clear your head,
and then you’re driving down
a country road, and it’s a good
thing it’s mostly straight,
because tears are streaming
down your cheeks, you need
to stuff your emotions
back down deep inside you,
but like when you try to fit
too many loaves into the bread box,
so the door keeps popping open,
you can hold it shut, but you can’t walk
away, you have to hold yourself shut,
there’s no magic cure for emotions,
you have to feel them to process
them, drive in the country or not.