as the new one begins.
No more men in dinged up cars,
talking at me out the window.
One wears a bandana
and a neon green shirt, like Hulk Hogan
in a dented grey car, calling me
someone else’s name. Jennifer,
maybe. Je t’aime, Jennifer.
I don’t love you, stranger.
Je ne t’aime pas, Hulk Hogan.
steven felgate
(Steven Felgate)
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