I Got This
I tell myself all the time, I got this.
Three seconds left, a two ties it, a three wins it, I got this.
The store closes at five. It’s 4:53 and the traffic light won’t change, it’s okay, I got this.
Two girls sit at a coffee shop, trying desperately to take a selfie with the super cute painting on the wall behind them, I got this.
The restaurant is at capacity, they said no more tables for at least an hour. Where are you going? I got this.
The car battery died? I got this.
Or so I told myself.
The battery wasn’t the problem, call a tow-truck.
The maitre d’ did not care for my insistence.
The girls managed on their own, their coffees still hot.
I got there at 4:57 the closed sign was already up.
The shot hit the back of the rim and bounced out. We lost.
But I told myself I would write this poem today, and guess what? I got this.