Car and Me
The road is one of those things that belongs.
And other people too.
There’s no such thing as a new driver.
Just old, sloppy, drivers all over the place.
There’s no such thing as me with a brand new car.
Or even an old, old car.
Damaged and mangled.
Doesn’t belong.
Learned to drive one day at a time.
Until suddenly, I got scared.
Turned old and sloppy.
That stop sign didn’t stand a chance.
That’s what they said.
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