A closed-form poem about a most unfortunate car accident.

Tired.

You are just a toy to her.

Saving gas where and how you can.

Water mangle.

Tires and shoes, we have to have them. When I’m in search of shoes, I want something that feels good, and likewise when I buy tires for my car I want them to feel good.

Can you separate reality from a non-reality? Read my story and ponder the thin line that separates reality from imagination.

Coming out from underneath the ashes isnt easy to do.You finally got over them and got your life back.Now its time to start your car and see how far you can go.

Been my life for 23 years.

What you may find if your a fish on a line.