I am not stuck in traffic,
the traffic is stuck in me:
in my gut, an obstruction, the thing
people sigh about as they pass,
thankful to be gone, relieved
not to be the cause.
I am not stuck in traffic,
the traffic is stuck in me:
in my gut, an obstruction, the thing
people sigh about as they pass,
thankful to be gone, relieved
not to be the cause.
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