Since I started dating again,
all of my friends run hot.
When a loud knock
behind the glovebox startles one,
she says, “You have thrown a rod!”
I am not used to answering knocks.
My mechanic puts his hands on his hips.
He says, “That’s jus’ a blend door activator—
a gate next to a tiny motor that opens
and closes on the internal temperature.”
Today, I meet my date next door at the coffee shop.
My mechanic texts me good news,
“It is even better than we thought!—
an old pack of smokes have fallen behind
the dash. 🙂
The healthy hunk across from me
likes his AC cold/his coffee hot.