orangegerberas
poetry. terse, whimsical vignettes of love and dubious remorse.
15 January 2012
Conspiracy
The seatbelt on the left
Keeps trying to slice my neck
Whenever I’m driving around with you
I wonder if it’s doing
The bidding of its master or
That of the others who sit here too
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