Michael Witkowski

(14 July 1973 / Berent)

Cabbie


B would drive me home
i thought - so imagined him
and filled myself with fear
and awkward disincline

i dare not open myself
be polite to him though
he be my friend often
i confessed my inside-

so not now- change
Change my routine
place a new model
for old routines

Submitted: Saturday, February 19, 2005
Edited: Saturday, February 19, 2005
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