Control
Climbing in the driver’s seat of my Shitty Chevy has always made me feel in control.
The Passenger Princess life never suited me.
Not knowing when you’d leave
no say in whether you stop for food on the way
no choice in the music
or if the windows are up or down.
So why do I readily climb in the passengers seat
of your equally shitty Kia Rondo with such ease?