a slow leak
that became a trip
to the gas station
each morning
became sitting
in the lobby area
of a firestone
waiting to get
the tire repaired
with a two hour wait
and no air condition
as the temp ticks
into triple digits

it could be worse
i remember long shifts
next to eight hundred
degree injectors
where it was when
you weren’t soaked through
with sweat
that you needed to worry
or walking the rows
of corn and beans
for enough money a day
to get fucked up
on the weekends

putting off
until tomorrow
what could have been
easily taken care of
days ago
has a way of
catching up to you
but i am too fucking hot
to learn any lessons
and the weekend has
just begun