Today's poem is by Daniela Olszewska

Designated Driver

you are trying out
all four versions
of yr indoor voice,
but the passengers
are demanding
an AM station,
a rather ruthless joke,
+ an explanation
for all these candy
bar wrappers.
when the speed
limit ups to 55,
you start remembering
about elvis
+ the way the gas
station attendant
kept asking
if the hetero half
of yr heart
had even a little
bit of tennessee
left in it.

Copyright © 2012 Daniela Olszewska All rights reserved
from Jubilat
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission

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