that have somehow
become painful.
high mass being one,
confession,
the dentist for a cleaning,
or god forbid a drilling.
the dmv for new plates.
doing taxes.
getting the car inspected.
the doctor probing me
with her
worried gaze.
the long visit across
the bridge, the birthday party.
the pool party.
jiffy lube.
no i don't want my tires
rotated.
and yet somehow
they get done.
almost every day.
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