On the west side highway
Driving home
first night of life and all its stimulations
tired and confused at age 24 hours
in the backseat in the family’s blue, 1984 Volkswagen
one year my senior, it knows how to rock me to sleep
humming a lullaby with its engine, rocking
I fight heavy, fluttering eyelids all the way across the George Washington’s Bridge
Carrying me to all my firsts I come to know in 23 years.
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