mind if i stop and put air into
my tires,
i ask
her, as we head out
on a date.
i need gas too,
and the windshield is full
of bugs.
maybe we can
give it a quick wash.
sure, she says,
sitting there in her pink
chiffon dress,
a flower
in her hair, smelling like
roses.
can you give me
a hand
with the pump, i ask,
pointing with my thumb
to the back.
it's in the trunk. here
put these gloves on.
maybe these overalls too.
love the dress by the way.
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