Escape

You stood in front of the Mercedes,

It was holding up the traffic,

The driver behind leaned on his car’s horn

impatiently,

I waited ’til you moved to the driver’s

side window,

Jamming hard on the accelerator

I sped passed you,

I saw you reflected in the rear view mirror.

I’m sorry.

 

 

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