Car troubles
Just realized I have a lot of poetry I haven’t put on here so. Here we go.
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Your anger,
like red paint on bare soles
I never saw your feet until that day
kicked up your heels I guess.
wonder if that’s a rush for you the way
it is for me.
Maybe not.
Screaming at your steering wheel
is not the same as
pouring your words
over someone’s head
like cinderblocks.