Gremlin

there is an electrical
gremlin in my car
I turn the key and a
cough laugh gasps
dials wild clock resets
stranded in mid-Ohio
my son asks "are we there yet?"
I tell him "sometimes it's
okay to be lost."

(9 line po­em writ­ten in 9 min­utes at SPIT open mic)

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