left tire, barely
a year old, is losing air.
and i'm
losing patience with it.
immediately
i want a new
car,
not just a new tire.
i want this orange light
to go off
on the dashboard.
i want four new tires
and a car
off the showroom floor.
i want that new car
smell.
i'm done with
this tire,
filling it back up every
other day.
leaning over with a hose
at the gas
station.
i can't find a nail or
screw, not a rip or tear.
and you,
with the burning toast
in the morning,
it happens almost
every day,
beware.
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