my middle age with a black
sports car.
convertible,
six speed on the floor.
i buy a blonde
wig for my wife
to sit beside me
as i swing the car
towards the Eastern shore.
the music is up,
the wind
whips as we dash down
the road.
it's not over yet,
although
we're getting closer
and closer as i push
the pedal to the floor.
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