Sidewalk Poetry #64: Hands on the Wheel

I thought the booklet said hands a ten and two on the wheel. But maybe that's because I like to drive with my hands at ten and two. But the booklet actually says: hands at nine and three. Well, my husband usually drives with his hands at eleven and one, which makes me nervous. And sometimes -- even worse -- at seven and five. Or, when he's really relaxed, just at five.

[Lydia Davis.] 

[Autumnal road, upstate New York.]