Gas pedal, brake pedal
gas pedal, brake pedal
indiscriminate rattling metal
rattle
metal
No time for a mechanic
Breathe in.
Breathe out.
No time for panic.
Don’t. Panic.
Just keep driving
driving and praying
driving and saying
Just Get Me There.
Up the driveway
down the driveway
maybe the highway
maybe the service way
Pick up this one
drop off that one
Wait. What?
I forgot one?
Stop. Reverse.
Back it up
turn around.
Third or fourth
trip through the town
Gas pedal
brake pedal
rattle
metal
Full tank
empty tank
teens in the car
volume cranked
Headache earache
backache
butt-ache
Please don’t make…
… don’t make me drive again.
Dinner in the front seat
snacks in the back seat
crumbs in my lap
forever wedged in the driver’s seat.
No heat
seat heat
short circuit
burning my left butt cheek
Six empty water bottles
that no one claims
fifty-three cents
in loose change
Sand in the summer time
Sand in the winter time
Sand. Sand. Sand.
All. The. Damn. Time.
Here’s to all the moms who spend more time sitting in their car than sitting….well, practically anywhere else.
Oh, my gosh ~ The Truth!!! This is honestly and truly awesome, Gretchen!
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