I Am a Car
The body is rusted, with a fresh coat applied.
The paint shifts when the light hits it,
and has a shimmer.
The doors close with slight-muscle.
The windows roll down with a handle.
The side mirrors maneuver to see the view.
The rearview is steadfast, and reflects the past.
The spotlight on the roof
reflects off the hood that’s a mirror.
The top is leather, and manually peeled.
The roll cage is bent, and sturdy.
The spare tire has wear, and ready for use.
The motor turns, with some persistence of the key.
The interior is worn, and satiating.
The safety equipment is checked, and satisfactory.
The ride is smooth, as the road curves.
The driver is in control.
I Am a Car.
