recently

i have begun to anthropomorphize my car, stroking her false japanese hide and praising her for being my scrappy best friend since I was 15.

i do not know yet if this is akin to cheering on an old mule who will never die, or playing with your old dog more often because he's gotten all thin and wand'ry eyed and probably won't last another winter.  

little honda she has two fruity dolphin air fresheners that stopped smelling like anything years ago.  i will never bring myself to remove them.

she has cigarette burns and old stains and is filled with scratched cds and straw wrappers.

i wish i had the money to take care of her.

i will cry

when she goes

to the junkyard

in the sky.