I didn't care. I would tell myself, if I run out of gas, I could use the exercise. If I run out of gas on the highway, I will call my dad. If I run out of gas, I am well-trained. I had planned to get gas in the morning. I feel a quick chug and then the pedals freeze. I coast my car just next to the driveway of the gas station across from the titty bar. I was out of gas. I could say "mother! fuck!"
I won't get much into how I didn't know how to put the spout on the gas jug. I won't go much into how I kind of just threw the gas into the pinch-of-a-hole opening to my car's tank. I won't mention how I feel no remorse just chucking the red, oily jug into the cornfield. After I emptied most of it onto my back left tire.
What I really want to tell you is that I must not care too much about combusting. Because I bought me a pack of Marlboro Red kings, a fancy plastic cigarette case for 4.99 and sent myself home after washing my hands with blue glop supplied generously by the public restroom. The restroom was vast and the scrubbing went long.
I gave up. My steering wheel was all gassed up and shit. My hands for sure had petrol in their pores. I made a rolling stop, just at the edge of the gas station exit, button-pressed down my window, unlocked the door (in case I needed a quick exit) and just hoped lighting my first cigarette wouldn't be a silly idea.
It wasn't.
I won't get much into how I didn't know how to put the spout on the gas jug. I won't go much into how I kind of just threw the gas into the pinch-of-a-hole opening to my car's tank. I won't mention how I feel no remorse just chucking the red, oily jug into the cornfield. After I emptied most of it onto my back left tire.
What I really want to tell you is that I must not care too much about combusting. Because I bought me a pack of Marlboro Red kings, a fancy plastic cigarette case for 4.99 and sent myself home after washing my hands with blue glop supplied generously by the public restroom. The restroom was vast and the scrubbing went long.
I gave up. My steering wheel was all gassed up and shit. My hands for sure had petrol in their pores. I made a rolling stop, just at the edge of the gas station exit, button-pressed down my window, unlocked the door (in case I needed a quick exit) and just hoped lighting my first cigarette wouldn't be a silly idea.
It wasn't.
I knocked on your old wooden door
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and shoes who never let me forget
what a blessing it was to have feet at all
the year was late
but almost nothing could seem to keep it from being current
and when you pulled on the door
which is blue and saw me standing in the air
i was looking at my pocket watch
and said come on
you were wearing slippers
i waited for you to get the shoes that you wanted
but I ran up stairs and threw things into a bag
things i knew you probably didn't want at all
you howled my name
i followed you down the stairs
and opened the passenger door for you
and we bellowed down blackhawk
to get as many neighbors as we could to say
oh my
I could almost swear that door could be bitten
Deleteand it would crumble finely apart powder like chalk
and splash immediately into cool clean water
but opaque
ReplyDeleteand we glided across the front lawn and whirring leaves as if we were carrying dry cleaning by the hangers
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