I have a lot of people who stare at my car, because it’s small and dented.
next to their shiny new ones.
Friends give me plastered on smiles as I,
proudly,
announce my car to them.
While she may not be much,
she has given me so many precious moments.
She carries me to a friend’s house,
takes me to the grocery store to buy milky ways,
rolls her windows down so I can feel the summer wind slip between my fingers,
doesn’t take it personally when I punch her steering wheel in a fit of rage,
smiles softly as I lovingly decorate her in my childish decor,
and struggles up hills on those cold mornings as I did getting out of bed an hour earlier.
I believe that cars match their people.
I know I match mine perfectly.
Small and dented.