thing.
the car
colonoscopy.
the sticker about to expire
on the windshield
of your automobile,
taking it to the garage
where a man
barks
at you if you've pulled
up too far
in the inspection line.
telling you
to leave your keys
and registration.
there's a wrench
in his hand,
grease on his face.
he appears to be suffering
from dental issues.
at last he waves you
forward
into the darkened hole
of the stump like
building.
you hate this visit,
almost as much as he
hates his job.
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