Getting my oil changed
and Jeremiah speaks kind he knows motors his assessments include what’s
dirty I am not my car I forget to say the oil has come and engines can stutter
and I, too, have been guided over holes I want to tell him I have found a thing beneath Jeremiah speaks quick shows me a stick with what’s left on it this has shaken me more than not
what is more than not I want to ask my mechanic his hands are holding what has filtered how driven I can be but I am not my car I say again I have receipts to prove that every radiator has its limit I have a boiling point that keeps me up at night here is your bill my prophet says but I am not my car and this time I am speaking to you I am driving away from what I love like a window broken with grief
by Joseph Byrd
from Pedestal Magazine