Let me tell you about my day
Like no other it started with rotation
Tire rotation amidst probing fingers slippery sliding
Over grease drippings caressing a new crack
Worsening ball joints aging like my own
And a promise of more to come.
Nine hundred and thirty seven bucks
Later, much later, I embrace
The mounting cost, abreast
A non sexy
Kind of
Day
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