Jam
I did not take the ramp today,
believing straight roads
are easier to navigate,
but six-by-six trucks
and swerving cabs halting,
stall my poem abruptly,
like an unexpected brake light
flashing.
I wiggle my head
like a pencil in between fingers,
unable to remove a poem
from a jam.
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