so I says "man I hope it's my fuel pump
and not my carburetor"
and he says
"you don't have a carburetor."
oh i
...
'm sorry
(that
I swing around on words like vines
especially machines. I must grip words
like "carburetor":
a grey device that needs fuel vaporized by a spaceman.
needs air, the diva.
it blends the air and the fuel
into a cake shaped like a car.
['hey what's it called when you're gripping something and it goes up into smoke?"
"masturbation?"
"..."]
well no, you know,
when you let go and the little toy gently keels into separate joints.
you've been clutching a vine, but now it's visibly clearing out through the spaces between the fingers of your fist
like smoke.
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