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Rusty white with a big blue stripe,
the old pickup, a pick-me-up
in the shape of a flatbed truck.
He drives fast with the music blasting,
windows cranked down because the AC never works,
or maybe just to share his music with the world.
His voice pours out the window to the beat of a drum
as the pounding music rocks and swells
and brings the old radio back to life.
It’s an adrenaline rush, that old white truck,
and the driver inside. Four wheels, one heart,
flying on a song down the old dirt road.
With the blood of a cousin, the heart
of a friend, a protector, a brother, a guardian.
Wings hidden beneath thick skin, or rusty white paint.
The heart of freedom, a crazy heart.
A heart with no direction, a truck with no map.
Windows open, open heart.
happy one year anniversary to me getting hit by a truck and it’s also my boyfriend’s birthday. :) must have been a great present last year.
I was just explaining that my girlfriend wears glasses because they have lazy eye and got gasoline in his eyes once and my sibling said I am losing in tragedy because I’ve only been hit by a truck and survived. So should I
A. Get hit by another truck
B. Get hit by a bus
C. Get hit by 5 consecutive bikes
or D. Get hit by a five person tandem bike