A Tesla Could Never Love You Like I Do
by crookedmoon_wonderland
A battery powered car
With the capacity for love
Was never meant to run
Never meant to drive far without
sputtering out
A capacity for love
Is a capacity for hope
Hope it will last
Hope it is worth staying and grieving for
This machine requires
A carburetor ready for ruin
Ready for heartbreak and
trusty mechanics known as
Alcohol and gasoline
To patch up and be resold
To pass through another's hands
To be constrained once again to
a radius of desperation
But to be a machine
— to be a good one
Means driving far
Means being unemotional and
Free
Is that freedom worth it?
Is it worth switching from ethanol to
Electric if it means not
Loving the fuel and the earth
And the hands that grip and repair?
The truth is, I suppose
You cannot survive in this place
If you actually cared for it