the interior of your car
is a sanctuary to which you can
yell out any word in the English
language without repercussions.
there's no parent, or child around,
no one of any consequence to your
life is within earshot.
you ask many questions along the way
to work, driving in insane traffic,
dodging defensively the wild ones.
usually you begin each sentence
with the words
what the ...
it feels good to curse.
sometimes you say it a few times,
and answer your own questions.
you discuss the traffic with yourself.
it's a relief in some strange way
to let the obscenities roll off
your tongue like linda blair
in the exorcist with her head
spinning around like a top, and no
one the wiser.
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