I listened to the rush of passing cars
The comforting hiss
Of tires on concrete
There wasn’t the slightest
Of cheer – I was pale
Narrow minded
By medication, exclamations
I was a road in a Roethke poem
Adding gender to a song
Out towards the periphery
What was bearable ruled
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