flat tyre

he is driving me, fast
blaring my music
the pulse of it louder than
my heartbeat has ever been
which says a lot
for my overexcited heart

and i am smiling, chewing
pinballs as i sing
until he gasps
sharp, surprised
and hits a pothole
so large that the force of it
sends pain shooting through
the hand on the wheel

and the pathetic excuse 
of a tyre
sputters
and fizzes
as we try to find a place to stop

when we do
he instantly searches for his phone
thanks me for bringing my charger 
calls for breakdown
i take off my shoes
ready for a long, intense game
of i spy 

i spy
with my little eye
something beginning with R

Romance? Reality? Rightfully owned tragedy? Reckless holes?

Road. 

another pinball to chew
a quick kiss across the car

i spy
with my little eye
something beginning with S

Stupidity? Sweets? Super-handsome boy looking at me?


Side of the road.


an eye roll
a pinball
a frustrated tap on the shoulder

even when things go wrong
when there are things we did not expect
to shoulder
even when i feel
like i am 30 years older
even when reality is tapping
on the window of our car
you still make me laugh

and when breakdown comes
i am smiling 
a flat tyre became
a strangely romantic game
of i spy 
became music played
became a longer drive
perhaps the world felt i deserved
a little more time with you

with you 
wrong
is right

i spy
with my little eye...

12:57pm - 16/03/26.