Which Which Poem by Atef Ayadi

before the main story, i loved to add
witch witch after
which which.
i dropped it.
she texted me:
'my way or the highway! '
while she is driving on the seventy
two.
i texted back,
i am on the
fifty seven.
i like my own exits.
i like sometimes to stop and have
a drink,
a snack,
or taking a snapshot of the place.
i like the true north belt, and
any thing all the way south.
she is always on the west east;
'va et vient; '
express line is preferable.
she stops sometimes in oregon in her way
to washington.
i am not booing.