Cold white numerals
from the Teutonic-honest dash:
9.5°C
Not so cold, I guess
but not the weather to press the button
for the windows to drop
I do while accelerating
too fast for the road,
the fresh air has volume
that angry-loves my tired,
house-cat skin
The wub-wub-wub pulse in my ears
has a cause I control
for once
as the next curve beckons
Feb 19, 2021
Feb 19, 2021 at 9:19 AM UTC
Cold white numerals
from the Teutonic-honest dash:
9.5°C
Not so cold, I guess
but not the weather to press the button
for the windows to drop
I do while accelerating
too fast for the road,
the fresh air has volume
that angry-loves my tired,
house-cat skin
The wub-wub-wub pulse in my ears
has a cause I control
for once
as the next curve beckons
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