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Plain White Van / Norb Aikin
You ask me to be descriptive
and cite examples like
you don’t have a window to look through
or a leg to stand on.
You’re driving faster just
before the disaster and I’m
eager to watch it unfold
before my mouth can form the words
“I told you so!”
You want me to be a description
and set an example like
you’re too good to manage on your own
with vices waiting to explode.
You’re just a clipper, clipped,
and ready to drive off the road
while we keep staring transfixed
at an outcome that is greater
than the cost of admission
to the show.
I’m decidedly okay being nondescript
like the examples my life should’ve been
before I knew you were watching
and waiting for me to decide
if I was gonna live or die.
With no thanks to you, I’ll
safely get in the machine