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an ode to the leased vehicle
i will eventually buy
i’m walking out of the dmv.
cluttering the parking lot
are the backs of registration stickers
and cigarette butts.
maybe one or two finished cigars.
at the most.
every car is a piece of shit
and poorly parked.

there’s no way in hell my corolla
is going to pass its smog check next week,
but while we’re awaiting the results
i’ll be sure to whisper to it,
as gently as possible,
you will live, you will live, you will live,
you will live, you will live, you will live,
you will live, you will live, you will live.