Tire shop purgatory
where rubber meets the liminal road
Waiting Room – An Essay on Being Stuck
Hell is a sad circle,
When I most need it whole.
Heaven’s easily forgotten —
The little things that feed the soul.
In between, the tire shop:
Crackle, snap, and hiss.
And we are all here stuck,
Over our small fires — prayer and wish.
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Into every life a little light will shine. Thank you for being my luminance in whatever capacity you may. Shine on, you brilliant souls!
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