what's the price of gas
down your way, my father asks,
as we fill
up his tug boat of a car
on the navy base.
his gas at this pump is one cent
cheaper than it is off
base.
we had to drive ten miles
to get there.
I tell him, I don't know
what gas is.
I just get it when I need it.
same goes
for milk and bread.
vodka.
I wonder why they even put
prices on things anymore
I tell him.
there would be less
to worry about if they didn't.
or maybe more, he
says.
Wednesday, June 14, 2017
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