with the woman
in the car behind me,
albeit short termed, because
i have to exit
the interstate in three miles
on the right.
she's in a mini-van,
tail gaiting me a seventy
miles per hour.
the Friday traffic is thick
with travelers and trucks.
buses and what not.
she's fuming
about me being in the right
lane, not moving
fast enough.
i wave out the window
for her to go around, but
she honks her horn instead
and gives me the one finger
salute.
she's smoking a cigarette
and eating a sloppy kabob,
sucking on a long red straw
from her coke can.
i can see her kids and dog
in the back seats, jumping
around, finally she passes
and pulls in front me, only
to tap her brakes to teach me
a lesson about driving slowly.
on the back of her
van are stickers. it takes a
village, coexist, Biden and Harris,
and my son beat up your valedictorian.
it all makes sense now.
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