(From the 3rd book in my unpublished poetry series)

Burned to Death

The fan cowl for
my Nissan broke &
my car would overheat
without it—so an electric
fan was a cheaper
temporary fix,
but I didn’t know
much about cars
and wiring

I ran the wires
direct to a toggle
switch and to the battery,
with the wires
going behind my
dashboard

My passenger
window was broken &
wouldn’t go down,
and the door wouldn’t
open from the inside

On lunch break at
work, I went to the
Burger King drive-thru;
I was waiting in the line
when all of the sudden
I saw smoke coming
from behind my dash

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