learning to drive, with his mother beside him,
he thinks he's doing well
the bucking has ceased
his mother's grip on the holy-shit-handle has relaxed
but, like all of us who attempt something new
his eyes fix on the line between the hood and the ahead
he's told to look ahead
but his eyes wander back to the world ruled by the decal
years later, he will forget just how unnatural driving is
until he becomes the passenger
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