I've glued whiskers on my face
to feel my way through.
It's so crowded in there
six-car pile ups in every lane.
Everything echoes
justine, justine, justine
and they all stand at attention
in tidy rows to take the plunge
Me, me, me!
I never was her but she's taken over
colonizing my neurons
monopolizing my veins
clogging my lungs with her traffic
whispering in my ear,
Don't forget amelia
reminding me of my humanity
stripping me down to a familiar
haunting a stomach of highways.
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