that new car smell

you buy
a new car
and swear to never
eat a scone
in it,
letting the crumbly
pieces of
pastry
tumble onto
the seats
and floor. no
coffee either.
no hot dogs,
with mustard
dripping,
relish
finding its
sneaky way
onto the console.
the last car
looked like
the floor
of a food
court in
springfield mall
at the end
of a Saturday
before Christmas.
we'll see.