Leave your Mark
A road median told me
that you’ll live
as a tire mark
dark like a burn scar
vivid at first
but you will wear away
just as the adhesive
of the band aid
on your arm
smudges and fades
just as your blood
collected in vials
forgets how to pulse
you forget how to move
how it feels to hold
a wheel in your hands,
the pot holes, the bumps
the vibration as the engine
tells the tires to rotate
and grip the asphalt
you sit in the hospital
without an engine
to tell your limbs
to rev and roar
to scar the world
leave your mark
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