November 12, 2008
My foot squeezing tight
I garble a prayer
A quick little thing
God, let me live
The car engine turns over
I stare down and watch
My hand slides into first
No, please, please!
The engine light blares
I squeeze my foot, turn the key
I re-path Satan’s soldier
That’s right, please, God
I ease my foot off and let on the gas
Too quick
God, no, no, please!
Engine light on
The cars begin to honk, impatiently, angrily
I reassure my gear
I turn over the engine
Slowly, slowly I let off and ease on
I inch forward
No, no, please
Thank you

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