Proxy

It's all about you?
Shouldn't you be giving up on that notion?
Would you like anyone here,
To administer smelling salts?
Would you like a shot of Brandy?
Cold ice?
Fresh air?
I'm here now!
And I am not in need of a proxy any longer!
You need not tell me it's thrilling!
I need to strap my own self in...
The moment I awaken with the engine idling!
I've driven blindly around some curves.
In stormy weather!
I can't imagine you wet at all!
Well...
I'm here now!
I can do that pretense thing,
Far better than you!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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