Red Tesla

Saw a red Tesla behind me.
Followed me for three blocks
Then turned left at the traffic light.

Two blocks down the street
I pulled into my lot.
Imagined the red Tesla would appear
Any moment, crashing into me head on with spite.

Looked at myself in the rear-view mirror
Checking if my face gave away my fear
All good. Still the same handsome, comely.

This is me. Come get me.
I will fight my demons with your breasts.
Disappear my flash fears in our loves.
And give in to your desires to own my body.

Featured image: Québec, vue de l’île d’Orléans, by Jean Paul Lemieux (1963),

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