Ian Willey

Strange Comfort

When my car died after a long
and debilitating illness everyone
said the same stuff about moving on
and you should be thankful for this,
that, and the other thing, except for
my neighbor, the one who’s always
driving over our lawn when backing
out, who put down his hoe and said
“so, what are you going to do about
all the oil spots on your driveway?”
and God do I love the jerk for that.

To get back home Ian Willey has to take a flight from Tokyo to Chicago and then transfer to Greensboro, NC, when the planes are flying.