I love the geometry of parallel parking.

The commitment to angles meeting angles.

Deciding to swing the wheel
toward what looks impossible.

Most people
keep driving
instead of risk
looking a fool.

I see the space next to you–
it’s tight–
but I can make it work.

I see possibilities

where you need to circle the block.

What a shame.

When I slide perfectly
between two cars

on a crowded Brooklyn street,

I feel a private joy.

Strangers applaud.

You roll your eyes.