the heap

it's the flat
tire
that slows me down.
a cracked
windshield making
it hard to see out.
it's the blinking light
on the dashboard
telling me
what I need to do to keep
this heap running.
it's an earring on the floor,
lipstick
and a coat,
red heels from the night
before.
it's the window
that won't roll down,
the heater
that won't heat.
it barely keeps me going,
this old car,
as I hit the gas
and find
a stale donut
stuck between the seat.