Egged on

Against the sun, against the traffic
As my mother drove home listening to Girl Talk
a man beckoned her to place the weight from her sole
to his soul, the pedal to the medal, the bone to the pavement
and allow him to expel the spiraling, tiring angst from his body
with one last exhalation.

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