Work Text:
I
love
the smell
of diesel,
It brings back
A childhood
That was kind,
an army truck
with a mean face
Painted on it
The truck’s name is
The Bad Doctor
I always loved
that painted face,
I loved its sharp teeth
And red mouth,
my papa drives
that army truck
It seemed so big
To my wide
child eyes,
Thighs sticking
To the hot
seats
its smell
so unique
i would
stick my head
out the window,
like a dog,
my hair,
So curly
And Free,
My hand
surfing the wind,
My gap-toothed smile
so wide,
and that was
when i
Finally felt
like the child
i was.
By me