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Tex takes a long drag, spits, and looks through
his mirrored sunglasses at me. "You look
just like my daughter. She has bangs too.
I wouldn't let her around all this broken glass
and twisted metal."
Do you want some bread pudding?
His son takes a longer drag and tells Tex
to shut the fuck up. I drew a cartoon of
you with the paint pen I carry on the
crushed hood of yet another
Camero. It was hard to make out, but it was there,
much to Adam's amusement.
We stripped down the Corolla, and I
learned that the batteries die if you leave
them on the ground. Something about the gravity
of the situation or polarity or
something- you never really can be sure
what the fuck those men is talking about.
I learned that there is a beer nebula,
and that your motorcycle chain is too
tight if you can't fit three fingers
in the gap. I learned that
Tex feels the same way about women.
I learned that all the scrappers in town
like to see my ass when I crouch
with my secret weapon, forcing
cars to abandon their tires just
like the title holders abandoned them.
I learned that through the dusting glass,
if I look in enough cracked windshields,
I can piece together your face
and in the sound of the saw when Mose
cuts out the cat, I can feel that beat I memorized.
I hope that the next time you smell
engine oil you will think of me.
He drinks from a flask, pulls me in for a
hug and calls me the angel of vehicular
genocide. I have to agree. I've seen more
cars to their death than coroners see
drown victims.
Somewhere in the Whit, the dogs are
barking, and I look up to see a moon
in the blue February sky.
his mirrored sunglasses at me. "You look
just like my daughter. She has bangs too.
I wouldn't let her around all this broken glass
and twisted metal."
Do you want some bread pudding?
His son takes a longer drag and tells Tex
to shut the fuck up. I drew a cartoon of
you with the paint pen I carry on the
crushed hood of yet another
Camero. It was hard to make out, but it was there,
much to Adam's amusement.
We stripped down the Corolla, and I
learned that the batteries die if you leave
them on the ground. Something about the gravity
of the situation or polarity or
something- you never really can be sure
what the fuck those men is talking about.
I learned that there is a beer nebula,
and that your motorcycle chain is too
tight if you can't fit three fingers
in the gap. I learned that
Tex feels the same way about women.
I learned that all the scrappers in town
like to see my ass when I crouch
with my secret weapon, forcing
cars to abandon their tires just
like the title holders abandoned them.
I learned that through the dusting glass,
if I look in enough cracked windshields,
I can piece together your face
and in the sound of the saw when Mose
cuts out the cat, I can feel that beat I memorized.
I hope that the next time you smell
engine oil you will think of me.
He drinks from a flask, pulls me in for a
hug and calls me the angel of vehicular
genocide. I have to agree. I've seen more
cars to their death than coroners see
drown victims.
Somewhere in the Whit, the dogs are
barking, and I look up to see a moon
in the blue February sky.
Because this is the only time I've had so far, and I miss you very very much.
there are 20 cars with your name cut in the side with my new knife.
Also, this sucks
there are 20 cars with your name cut in the side with my new knife.
Also, this sucks
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looooooooooooove. this is so vile, yet beautiful, and clever.
funny, ive had sooo much trouble writing for sooooo long, but most of what i begin/try/think of in my head involves cars
funny, ive had sooo much trouble writing for sooooo long, but most of what i begin/try/think of in my head involves cars