Old man Car

for my dear first husband, always thinking about his sorry bum.

 

I see cars like yours

The ‘old man brand’

And I think of our time

In the maroon early 90’s beast

You so gratefully despised

 

Then I think of all the battery problems

That ‘oil change’ light

Constantly on

And what you’d say to me

 

So heaven forbid you lift up the hood

Heaven forbid you check those breaks

Heaven forbid you change the oil

 

So there I’d stand

Listen to the technician

In your place

And remind you of the battery

And brakes

So heaven forbid you do the ‘car thing’

That’s what you had me for.

Author's Note

Cp. 12:12PM Tx. Thu 01/10/08 Saosin Remembering, forced finish, started happy finished somber, empty self, bleak eyes (Written, Tobi.)