she says
	she wants to dye her hair blue
so it matches her car

it’s her baby		this car

with it’s delicate rims
	black windows
		and compact size

(it’s everything she owns)

she likes how it        c
		          u
		            r
                            v
                          e
                        s
to her whims
and brakes at her feet

she likes the control of the wheel
as she flashes her teeth

I say
	I won’t be able to tell you apart

she says
		that’s the point.
06/02/2005
Posted on 06/02/2005
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Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Morgan D Hafele on 06/02/05 at 06:38 PM
haha, i like that. nice use of breaks and spacing. 
Posted by Jeffrey Parren on 06/02/05 at 09:10 PM
not much to comment on other than i really like this...a connection between animate and inanimate, or maybe better yet, a collusion?...~JPP
Posted by Melanie J Yarbrough on 06/04/05 at 04:49 AM
I really love this