I’d named her Silver.

Tricked-out.

Souped-up.

Bitchin’ cha-cha, yo?

Shoulda seen our last race:

Rear tires burnin’ rubber—

(I can still smell it.)

Screechin’ like unholy hell

ol’ Nurse Nasty was.

Said eight mile an’ hour

too damn fast

for a wheelchair.

http://pitt.edu/~yaa21/wheelchair.jpg