The Wheelbarrow Thing: A Saturday Poem

The Wheelbarrow Thing

We had a thing where one of us would say
You need a ride in the wheelbarrow right now.
It meant we had violated some secret code, one
only we could decipher, much less pay the fine

for. Fine. That's cute. I would rather eat a bullet
than punish her. Oh, but I loved to threaten.
The wheelbarrow thing got a lot of mileage!
You need a ride in the wheelbarrow right now.

One afternoon I actually was pushing the thing.
Full to the rim, toward her blessed plantation.
Satan himself told me to dump it all into her gloves
so she would chase me. So she would chase me.

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