you'd think the death of someone in my life
would make me want to hide
or be careful.
or at least feel a little less invincible.
if you thought this, you'd be wrong.
YOU'RE ALL WRONG
it makes me
it makes me want to drive 70 miles per hour
down back farm roads,
listening to bad pop music
and great rock music
with no discretion.
peripheral death makes me reckless.
it makes me.
would make me want to hide
or be careful.
or at least feel a little less invincible.
if you thought this, you'd be wrong.
YOU'RE ALL WRONG
it makes me
it makes me want to drive 70 miles per hour
down back farm roads,
listening to bad pop music
and great rock music
with no discretion.
peripheral death makes me reckless.
it makes me.
1 comment:
I love you. and this. yes. and back farm roads and bad pop music and great rock music. I miss my car.
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