She looked out at me
From the back cab Of a hand-painted Dodge Ram And her face was dirty And her teeth gone, The casualty Of some ravaging Obsession. And she sat there Captive To a man behind Who jacked up some salvage. Half his crack showing But he didn't care. And the woman nodded at me, A kindness And a half smile, a plea, As if to say See I still am human Enough to care For you and me. But there. Now please pretend That you don't see Me here. Forget that you noticed. And act as if I don't exist. And after returning her smile And a kindness, I did.
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