I've spent my whole conscious life
peering curiously
underneath the hood
of my head
Where I live with a "What the hell?" and a "Who in God's name am I?"
cursing
my pouty pink lips
But simultaneously begging:
Please don't let the truth into this hole that asks for it
For it will strip me to the nuts
and bolts, leaving only bare parts
A seat for itself to sit in
and drive me around
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