Walking here,
standing there,
killing time
and yawning—
sitting around
talking, thinking,
tinkering
with the longing
for anything
to start, stop,
bind, or burst
into flame;
for anyone
to come or go,
to curse or keen-
ly call your name—
what is a life
when you haul-
out its engine and
take it apart? What is
a car
that won't start.