If I was a Tesla some Tech Bro would take such good care of me.

What does it feel like,

to ride in a self-driving car?

Sometimes, I wish I were one—

steel nerves, quiet mind,

a system that knows itself.

You know how mechanics use a scanner,

to read what the check-engine light means?

Imagine that—

I wake in the night,

heart racing through bad dreams,

and I could just check the dipstick:

oh no, oil too low.

Or scan my chest,

and see: sensor needs replacing.

A machine—

I think I’d like to be one.

To have my gauges, my warning lights,

to know what I need, and when.

No worry, no guesswork.

Just set the cruise control,

lean back,

let everything take care of itself.