bouncing cars
having
no regard
for anyone
on the block.
chase your
tail
you’re almost
there.
you’ll never
frame me
like the
mona lisa
i won’t be
the reason
you drive yourself
off the road.
reckless driver
careless person.
the smoke
doesn’t rise
over your home.
it must be cold
especially
for a june.
ribs
hearts and
veins and
ventricles
desire
to flee
from out
of your body.
your poor little
self
duh, i’m using
sarcasm.
no regard
but i have
a mind
and i am
not a ditzy
girl
you can’t
manipulate
me to
serve your
every move.
get a servant
for that type
of excursion
you have no
regard.