Maybe Lilian should
have listened
When her mother
warned her about me
And what love meant
on the other side
of a wide-eyed selfie.
Pictures lie worse
than an eyewitness
on the stand
with a sweetheart
deal for time served.
Lilian gave me her
mother’s opinion,
knowing she didn’t
agree,
But she said it
like a used car dealer
telling you
the sale was as is.
Don’t bring it back
with a broken heart,
thinking I was unclear
It came across as a gamble
to take it or leave it all behind
But if the check engine light
wasn’t flashing orange,
they’d take a shot
at repairs for a flat rate.
Lilian thrashed her arms
on the side of the road,
kicking the tire
as steam hissed through
the hood.
I motioned for calm,
and did what guys didn’t do,
I read the manual.
It took me time, and oil stains
to fix, but like us, I fixed it.