EX35

I live in the chassis.

Not a four wheel drive but a home

with endless memories.

Not many are allowed in my chamber

of safety.

Where I control the movement.

What level of gas in the tank–

or the way the wheel is turned.

Decorated with a glittery rim around the push to start button.

The gear shift is coming up and leaving its socket occasionally.

Bodies who climbed across the center console to console me.

I welcome people in so they never felt like I did.

A stranger in a strangers car.

Only bounded by the sixteen dollars and twenty seven cents 

to get to work from my house.

I always wondered why I never lived there.

But when my home arrived in the front of my house

with fresh leather seats only driven by the girl who grew out of this car.

I knew this was mine

and not yours.

And now there is no other place like that one.

Where we shared our first everything.

I belong behind the wheel 

driving intoxicated individuals who desperately needed a safe haven.

I am the person who controls their safety

and never wanted it to be anyone else.

I choose this life and responsibility.