There's a series of thip-thapping slaps
of the nail in your wheel against asphalt
and you say your friends have a dirty driveway
and I do not know what to say.

You stop behind a stationary car
and honk and yell at them to move
and you apologize about your anger
and I do not know what to say.

But I'm glad you are so active,
caught up in tires and shouts,
and how you don't believe your friend is in love,
Because if you were silent for just one moment
You would see that I have nothing to say.