at the gas gauge.
it's blinking yellow.
and yet,
i'm an optimistic
person,
i believe in my heart that i can
make it home
without stopping.
i don't pull
over at the next Exxon
station,
instead i gun the engine
and glide
down
the hills, i stick my arms
out the window
and flap them.
my wife looks at me
and says,
if we run out of gas, i'll
kill you.
pull over,
there's a Shell on the next
exit.
so i do. i give in.
like always.
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