You're
the word
the word that eases
itself out into traffic
merges on the freeway
matching our speed
all glossy grey
dings in the hood like you needed a mouth guard
the word
I say,
tired of explaining
soothes the problem
of other minds
You're showing up in dictionaries
lovably redundant and
oh-so-personable
crackling the air
made of gasoline and salt water
dry like white noise
can't stop saying
the word.
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Man, now that I've started annotating, I JUST CAN'T STOP. I don't even have anything to say... I JUST NEED FOOTNOTES!
ReplyDeleteMmmmm... mixed metaphors.
ROFL :D
ReplyDeleteI love it. Werd up ;)