Repo
i
lit
a
cigarette
as
i
watched
them,
morning
stillness
disrupted
by
the
noise
of
their
engines,
roaring
to
keep
the
sun
barely
visible.
they
latch
onto
her,
no
caress
to
their
touch,
and
rip
her
off
the
pavement
and
onto
the
warm
asphalt,
tires
screaming
as
they
stole
her.
such
a
shimmer
of
carelessness
is
hard
to
watch
as
i
puff
the
last
little
bit
of
nicotine
into
myself,
a
little
courage
shooting
through
my
heart
as
i
greet
them.
they
let
me
gather
my
things.
felt-‐
covered
seats
brush
against
me
as
i
remove
myself
from
her.
the
man
takes
my
keys,
says
have
a
good
day
for
the
sake
of
customer
service.
politics
reaches
in
every
corner
of
our
universe,
and
little
politeness
is
a
part
of
living.
my
things
and
i
gather
on
the
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