Why I drive at night

It is morning. I sit on the bed in the dark.

Last night I was out for four hours with the torch. Two scorpions. That is not enough to cover the gas.

I did not sleep much. I keep thinking about my dad. I tell myself I will call him next week. I said that last month. The week before that too. There is always a week coming. That is the trick I play so I never have to do it.

I left someone in Cape Town. I do not write her name here. When I close my eyes I see her face. My chest goes tight.

Maybe I drive out at night so I do not have to sit in this quiet.