I get really tickled
when I come across one of
those basement
memories
like reading an old poem
that stirred up quite a bit
of controversy
and then I remember
that I sort of went through with it
except
traffic wasn't stopped
it crossed my mind
what if I caused an accident?
what sort of double-life
explanation would I come up
with
Would one of those greasy truckers
get a visionary view
I laughed
and gasped
Called myself
one crazy ass chick
Driving 75 miles per hour
and providing myself
with some very
dangerous orgasms
Reason for writing:
I had forgotten I did this until I read an old poem of mine...
Birth sign: Gemini
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