I watch my husband
Snake past me in bed en route to the garage
A downed car
Is his mission
As I watch with love
His head twisting side to side
Reading blogs, watching YouTube
Trying to save our car from extinction
I realize the best of life
Is like poetry
Unfiltered, untamed
And
Raw
Those metal tubes
He searches for on YouTube
Is like the elixir of the perfect job
Or the perfect day
Whereas the car for me
Is the unknown
The mechanics
The physic of getting along
Is like mixing oil and water
Like our relationship
Somehow
It
Moves like fluid
Regularly flushed successfully in the engine.
Then with good common sense
I peer at the clock
3:15 a.m.
I hope my husband gets it fixed
Or finds the right You tube
So we can mix our elixir
And return to bed.

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