Flat tire the pop sound was hollowlike a giant pulling the inside of his cheekwith his two fingers – the car tirepuncturedthen thwhawp-thwhawp-thwhawp a flappinglike the throat of a mainsail caught in a bitter wind I pulled the car overrelieved a side street was availablefor sanctuary to inspect the damageit was easy to spot –… Continue reading Poem 179 – Flat Tire & TONIGHT AT 8PM INSTAGRAM LIVE EVENT!