Toy car

 Toy car 

I have spent my day as one spends money on shoddy goods. A toy car that breaks down. You paste it back together. And again. It breaks down. And again. And you put it on a shelf somewhere to gather dust, because you are loath to throw it away. And the dust floats free, gets in your nose. And attaches itself to your mucus and runs down into your throat.

My plans for the weekend: To get the car off the shelf if I can find it. To clean it off. To try to get it running again. And to fail.

                                                        03.24.17