The Argument Truck
Little Trees Air Fresheners and old fries
wedged between an old rubber car mat
older than you and I.
Inside this four by two box of rusty metal
upon battered brown upholstery.
Why are our hands not intertwined?
Your hands flare up like an explosion
amidst a grand war.
Cease-fire! Cease-fire!
Because I love you is just another arrangement of letters.
Love needs no justification nor reason.
I love you, not because I love you, I just love
without refrain or second thought.
Do you?
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