I don’t care what anyone says,

I’ve had to pee so bad in traffic

I’ve pulled over in the breakdown lane

where the courtships of small animals go on

in the ravines. I’ve been so full of shit

I’ve had to turn the radio on

just to drown me out. But I like

her voice. I like her signature

low note, that guttural thing she does

that sounds like pushing. Like she’s

climbed down into a ravine and she’s squatting

there among the animals, pushing.

It could be a bowel movement, it could be

a baby. It could be a second baby. Baby, baby,

it’s very effective, whatever it is, and I don’t

care what you think because I’m happy

singing along on my way to work,

my thumbs keeping time on my steering wheel,

my head full of bullshit and beauty and Britney

Spears pushing and singing and making babies.