Machine

My machine.
It tried its best.
Carried me and my bullshit.
Two years. More or less.
Mechanic, just today!
“drive it til it clunks out on you.”
No fixing the rattle.
Needs an engine transplant.
10 east, off ramp.
Sharp curve rolling stop.
Gas, there’s that rattle.
Fuck.
Louder? Radio off.
Louder. Damn it.
More pedal…shit, it’s loud.
Round my corner.
Rattle turned Clunk.
Motor swap.
I don’t think so.
Lack of funds.
270,000+ miles a full life.
Gold Goblin.

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