I feel most safe in <br />the back of police cars. <br /> <br />That space is safe. <br /> <br />Nothing bad can happen <br />to you in a place like that. <br /> <br />It makes me calm with inability. <br /> <br />It doesn't matter what the cop <br />has done, how hard he slammed my <br />limp body into the street. <br /> <br />Here in the back seat I am safe. <br /> <br />I can make no choices, and no <br />one can touch me. <br /> <br />It's how I imagine the after life.<br /><br />John Kipling Lewis<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/breakfast-at-tiffany-s-2/
