Road Work Ahead
I picture myself on a bicycle
speeding past this fallopian tube of a man
with the stop sign
squeezing cars through one at a time
like unfertilized eggs
that disappear
into a blur
of uterine dust
I need to get to work on my own road
if he would just flip that sign over
I promise
I will go slow
Copyright © Janet Lorenzo | Year Posted 2017
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