made
cars.
chevy's and pontiacs,
back in the 70's and 80's.
oil pumps,
water pumps,
gaskets, filters.
leaks.
carelessly made junk
that broke down a mile
away from
the show room floor.
on saturdays
i was always on
my back asking
someone to hand me a wrench.
and then i bought a little
honda from japan
and never again
opened the hood of a car.
much to my father's dismay,
calling
me a traitor
to this day, he just can't
let go of that silly little war.
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