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Random Poem:

Pushing Back

I'm driving down the highway
And you're gazing out the window
Going on and on
About the hills in West Virginia
And how pretty they are this time of year.
They just look green to me
And my eyes are drawn back to oncoming traffic
And the continuous blur of dashed yellow lines
Flying by...
Always flying by.
You're driving down the highway
And my feet are on the dashboard
My bare left foot
Attempting to disrobe the other.
Left finally overthrows right
And the sock drifts to the floor
Like a little man
With a hole where his heart should be.
"You really should get new socks," you say.
"Maybe two pairs," I think.
I'm driving down the highway
And you're playing with the radio.
Trying to find a country station
While telling me about your boyfriend.
He's a good lay
And he treats you well enough
But you've noticed him napping
During your attempts to "communicate"
I nod,
In empathy
And turn the radio up
A little louder.
You're driving down the highway
And my hand is out the window
Flapping back and forth
As the wind crashes against it
Forcing my hand forward
I can maintain control
But the wind is constant
And the moment I let up
It throws my hand back
Pushing back.
I'm driving off the highway
Over an embankment
And down one of the hills
You were discussing so fondly earlier.
As our car rolls downward
I gaze out the windshield
At this spinning scenery
And I can see
What you meant.

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