why turn

You’re good, my friend says to me as I attempt another parallel park. Almost there- crank it, the wheel in my hands.

More, MORE. As my pedal hits the gas it doesn’t feel right. Brake, stop, try again.

Just do a ‘Y’ turn. Why turn? I ask myself this often.

If I can’t fit, if I can’t do it- why even turn?

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