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This week’s case of the Mondays Entailed plummeting Into an inescapable hole   Rubber clashing with jagged asphalt Trailed by a pop! Precisely slicing a crescent shaped space In the preferably airtight place I remembered With an abrupt smack In the face that the one who was supposed to teach His petit chéri The science of swinging a bat or Changing a spare hasn't Been there to care let alone Disclose ins-&-outs Of tire repair You were supposed To toughen me up And teach me how to Make a 3-pointer / 3-point turn And how a boy should treat me - Or that I could survive Without one at all Still- I have embraced Evolved and Learned to be tough I may not be well-versed In car mechanics but I’ve learned to survive With a flat tire father
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Mar 19, 2016
Mar 19, 2016 at 3:51 PM UTC
Flat Tire
This week’s case of the Mondays Entailed plummeting Into an inescapable hole   Rubber clashing with jagged asphalt Trailed by a pop! Precisely slicing a crescent shaped space In the preferably airtight place I remembered With an abrupt smack In the face that the one who was supposed to teach His petit chéri The science of swinging a bat or Changing a spare hasn't Been there to care let alone Disclose ins-&-outs Of tire repair You were supposed To toughen me up And teach me how to Make a 3-pointer / 3-point turn And how a boy should treat me - Or that I could survive Without one at all Still- I have embraced Evolved and Learned to be tough I may not be well-versed In car mechanics but I’ve learned to survive With a flat tire father
sarah-myrth
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Mar 19, 2016
Mar 19, 2016 at 3:51 PM UTC
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