Car Wash

• Vedic Sahni, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2021

When I'm hungry I eat cars. I can chew three at a time. turning mud to sudsy bubbles all day long I swallow grime. My mouth hangs open every spring luring cars to my garage with promises of shiny beauty, cleanliness, a deep message. I love all my meals on wheels antique and sporty, short and wide. I eat them up. I clean them up. I spit them out the other side.