her snug little mini cooper
hurtling
towards the beach, i realize
that i could
never be an astronaut.
her lead foot
doesn't help
matters either.
and the fact that it's windy,
the car blowing
all over the road.
the moon roof is open,
so i lean back
the G force
of the ride putting a grimace
on my face.
i stare up at the sky.
the stars.
i want to call houston
and tell them we
have a problem.
ground control to major tom.
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