my baba sits in a midwest
garage with the hood propped

open. blue coolant in a bottle.
small puttering of mice.

one time, yeye died
& I couldn’t get him

back. could only watch
the metal twitch, the jumper

cables moan. I wanted
to eat fish. I wanted

a quick fix. one
time yeye died

& my baba tried
to commit a car

to his hands, spun the wheel
hard, but it wouldn’t

listen. I made baba a cup
of kool-aid. he brought

the sugar to his mouth.
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