The smell of gas

I’m 5’4, 100 pounds, and blonde,

Otherwise the epitome of vulnerable.

But there’s something about asking for 20 on pump 2

that makes me feel unsusceptible to harm.

 

Sometimes I struggle to get the gas cap unsealed,

I reject the random faces that offer their help.

Because there’s something about doing to it my own

that makes me feel self-sufficient.

 

People seldom read into the significance,

It’s a dry and effortless process, after all.

But there’s something about being responsible to fill up my tank

that makes me feel like a capable adult.

 

Reviews

[Meghan]

Good Job leeler bean bean! I really like how relatable this is. I can see you standing by your car, helpless. My favorite lines are "Sometimes I struggle to get the gas cap unsealed, I reject the random faces that offer their help." Really good imagery! I appreciate how your last stanza ties in to your theme about adulthood.