Sometimes Our Dreams Float Like Anchors

When I got to work, an idea struck me: why not try disengaging the car alarm from the passenger side? Before going to work, though, I had dropped the car off to a mechanic who's a friend of my mom.
I probably mentioned how to cylinder on the handle of the door of the car-- the one in which the key is inserted to lock or unlock the car-- came out. That was about a week ago. Last night I decided to show Will. After successfully removing said cylinder, I unsuccessfully tried putting it back in its place. This caused the door to reject my attempts to shut it. Once I was at the edge of frustration, I jammed the cylinder all the way into the door handle-- which caused all the windows the go down.
Eric (the mechanic) said it probably wasn't a blown fuse, but that the car alarm must be engaged. Basically, there are five positions for the car key. On the first turn of the key, it will lock the car or unlock only the driver's door. On the second unlocking turn, it will unlock the passenger's door. It's on the third turn (which I did not realize was an option) that all the windows go down. Whatever I did forewent the first two options and, yeah, all my windows were down and refused to go back up.
I drove to the gas station but couldn't find help. After seeing a movie with Lucy last night, Aaron let me put my car in his mom's garage. Today, before work, I drove it from the garage to Eric's garage at Damen and Division.



There's a smell in the cabin
and my dad's window's cracked
and the cold air drifts in
from the front to the back

as my knees reach out
to that seat in front of me
I feel something comforting
and know it's olfactory

But now that it's over
I can only sit and wonder
is it just a memory
that I didn't enjoy making?

Like romanticized longing
for that boring girl
that I kind of dated
but didn't care for
the one nostalgia
makes me miss more and more?

Or is everything sincere?

I remember you left the strongest scent
on my mind the night we met
it had settled on my pillow
and crept quickly to my head
like a song played on the black keys
or a fired piece of lead

So the snow is falling, work is slow, and I'm going home.