BMW (poem)


Cool leather seats
Press my cheek
A road trip underway

Front seats bicker
Back seat supine
Belt buckles cut my flesh

Doctor to doctor
Nothing is wrong
But her vitality is fading

Numb apathy
Air conditioning
Sleek silver sedan

My captors
My saviors
My killers
My drivers

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