Trevor

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My stepmother takes dad's jeans to "The Denim Doctor."
She's drove 15 miles an hour. I clocked her.
She's nervous and thinks traffic signs are bizarre.
She never lets me borrow her car.
Her name is Eunice.
Her car's remarkable for its newness.
My DMV record is shitty.
But I have a license and my shoes are pretty.
They're scuffed, punished like an old LP.
They scream, "You gotta feel sorry for me."
We are taking the subway back into the city,
Ducking into the stinking, metal tube,
Reeking of Jiffy Lube and all the fragrant decay. In the area.
It seems like the boss has gotten hairier
And if someone doesn't marry her then I will.
So maybe we should both kiss the terrier.
Who's been washed exactly never.
Who bears the meaty name of Trevor.
A boy of tartare texture
And scent.
There are huge, wooden cookies on the highway.
If they fell on you, you'd be dead.
I was listening to Frank Sinatra's "My Way"
And icing the bump on her head.
Things happen fast.
I began to remember my past.
It wasn't pretty.
Antelope Highway was rocked by a blast.
The dog's asleep in the back seat
His hair smells like buckwheat
And bacon.
So maybe we should both kiss the terrier.
Who's been washed exactly never.
Who bears the meaty name of Trevor.
A boy of tartare texture
And scent.
Mr. Generosity is here for awhile.
He thinks of himself as the soul of precocity.
He does. He's unbelievable.
Where were we?
Things happened fast.
I began to remember my past.
It wasn't pretty.
Antelope Highway was rocked by a blast.
The dog's asleep in the back seat.
His hair smells like buckwheat
And bacon.
Trevor

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