Finally, He Said Something Then He Said Something Else

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1955 BUICK

"Are we there yet, Daddy?"

I said it once.

He ignored me.

"Are we there yet, Daddy?"

I said it again.

He ignored me again.

"Are we there yet, Daddy?"

I said it thrice.

Three times ignored

is not nice.

"Where are we, Daddy?"

caught his ear

with my mouth

filled with fear.

"We are somewhere

and soon we will be

somewhere else."

Then I fell asleep
fearlessly in
the backseat
of our Buick

Paul Oliverio

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