it must suck to be a pedestrian on days like this, huh?
he says behind a half-rolled down truck window and a half-cocked smile.

i don't budge. stuck still in the middle of the street and stare.

ahhh, my voice curls lips and smiles.
so it might seem, eyes full penny-arcade strange
but so much better were it to be me,
than you.


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