Search
  • chaoticallysmallpoetry

Gasoline

Every time I fill up my car I smell the gasoline

And I am instantly floated back to my childhood summers

At camp.

As I lift the gas pump the strong fumes remind me

Of the gas-powered boat that my cabinmates and I would ride

As we learned how to ski and tube.

And I begin to feel free as I remember the wind in my hair

As the boat zoomed along the water dragging me and my friends on a circular innertube.

And as we turn the corner the gasoline creeps up my nose

And when we stop

I mention to my friend that I guiltily love the smell of gasoline.

And she smiles and says

“So do I.”

0 views

Recent Posts

See All

Chain

Overwhelming myself with goals to complete in a day, when in reality, I can barely bring myself to get out of bed. It pulls me with it's chains, wanting me to stay there forever. Never letting me go t

Dreams

inspired by "Dreams" by Fleetwood Mac music has a way of resurfacing through the years, connecting to different generations, showing people they are not alone. Bands that my dad loved as a teenager, I

Chemical Reaction

breaking down bits of myself, dissolving like baking soda when it reacts to vinegar. I am weak. I am small. Taking in every insult and accepting it as truth. Drowing, and being washed away with cold w

©2019 by Chaotically Small Poetry. Proudly created with Wix.com