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My teeth clench my tongue,

mouth dry but my palms slick, as

they grip the wheel of this speeding car.

The hood swallows the dimly lit road,

and the dotted lines are smeared by this horrific,

terrific, liberating velocity.

I don’t care

as much as I should,

but I probably shouldn’t lock my arms,

or lock my foot on the pedal,

or let my eyes water from

The Fear of Slowing Down.

Yet, I know if I’m smart,

I’ll do something,

or I’ll eventually


and perish

from the impact.

Born and raised in CA. Film, literature, music, poetry, mostly gay/queer/GSM topics. Stick around if I haven’t bored you yet.

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