A Poem About My Car

My car is the hugest mess.
coffee filters
cracker crumbs
underwear and old dingdongs
cigarettes and soda cans
a feather bed
a chinese fan
cotton candy
a pair of socks
the three bears, and
Goldilocks
mashed up french fries
a broken fish
an old cd
my neighbor’s dish

You’d think some day I’d clean it up.
You’d think some day I’d be enough.
Enough of me to work.
to write.
Then some left over
to change that light.
Enough of me to sing to you.
To do your hair,
Then do mine too.
to wash our clothes
and still have time
to read to you some nursery rhymes.

–written 8/24/1998