on the fender, the floorboard
has holes.
small
dents pepper the dull
blue curves
of sheet metal.
a spray of cracks, like
veins crawl inside
the windshield.
it had a good run,
a long
life. i loved her
when she was
young and loved
her more as she aged along
with me. there were
thousands of miles
without a breakdown, except
for that one
time in the desert
and i had to walk
twenty miles to find a gas
station.
she broke my heart
that day.
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