does no one notice me
parked here this red light
staring two glass eyes
at the ass of this sedan

I can never be too sure
hands are on the wheel
my foot is on the pedal
I am sitting in this seat

the palm of your lover
was wider than mine
a landscape of calluses
a mighty, mighty paw

knots riveted to his trunk
these things I would know
if they had ever touched
but I know I am not wrong

someway I am home now
who did I pass on my path
who did I not acknowledge
when may I return to happy


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