Query any poem you want.

"Uno, when the tow truck comes it's loud. So loud. Feelings. Feelings don't, sound right. Fuzzy maybe slippery. Understanding the bright clip on the front does not happen. But it's there. Mostly I guess the horn and rumble scares me. Stopping it is the easiest though. Why, I do not know. Wish I did however because the strength is there. Running that fast I cannot do. Mostly I spose is the sweat I'm afraid of"