Caren Krutsinger Poet Prose Poetry

My Husband Buys Cars

My husband makes car deals
He has bought thirty-eight cars for us and others
He loves the bantering of prices
Something I despise

I am used to walking
We get so close, but they will not come down
To the price he wants
Insists on

So we walk.
We have walked away from more deals than we have closed
We walked away from eleven car deals in a row once
At ten different dealers

They always think we love the car too much to walk.
There is always another car; we know that.
At one point he turned to ask me if we had a check.
I almost fell off the chair.

We were buying one!
I had become so used to walking
I had not thought to bring one
And neither had he.

♡Like0

Share Poem

---

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment