"Can you believe that gas is going to be two dollars?"
I had no idea what you meant,
you were so excited.
I didn't know what gas and two dollars
meant
meant
to you, Pre-teen.
Backseat Driver of your mother's minivan
and my mother's minivan.
All this time I've been over-thinking it.
You know
I can play number games, too.
I can play number games, too.
If winter + night + ice-skating,
(Dad's car.)
then:
The important thing was to bring our noses
up to the blinking red number on the dash
up to the blinking red number on the dash
and passionately root for a dropping
temperature.
temperature.
We'd say things like,
"Can you believe it's almost thirteen degrees?"
"Come on, thirteen!"
"Thir-teen! Thir-teen! Thir-teen!"
"Thir-teen! Thir-teen! Thir-teen!"
The point was:
magic.
magic.
(Saying the number, feeling the chill - )
Was
passing the time in order to make
a past- time.
Time when
Time when
temperature and gas prices
had a different kind of purchase.
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