Wading through traffic,
I keep watching the girl driving
the car behind me.

She has the full pre-cologen lips
late middle-aged women
pay dearly for,

more fake color on her cheeks
than she needs, a full-face
bright-white smile.

Her phone is attached to her hand,
at every intersection she strikes
a pose,

each time offering a different angle
to the camera, smiling bigger
after posting/sending

than she did for the lens. I can not
help but speculate whether she
sends the pics

out to the world or to an audience
of one, an act of vanity
or courtship?

Either way, I fear
she is heading
for a crash.



Filed under Poetry

3 responses to “Crash

  1. Hahaha…really such people are common nowadays… 😀 Brilliant words…

Some of what I write is true, some is fiction; most is merely possibility.

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