I was born in a T-bird
on the spine of a highway
tearing through the cold skin
of Canada.
My mother named me John
after my grandfather
in spite of my father
in the hope I'd be a man
one day.
Dad's T-bird crashed
when I was six.
His love for me was wrecked
with the car.
When buying my first vehicle
blood nudged me toward muscle
but my name
my name called for a Toyota.
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