• Vol. 10
  • Chapter 10


Cars were always his passion.
That first time she got in his car
she should have known what else
she was getting herself into.

At first he drove her wild,
then he drove her crazy,
and finally he drove her away,
all the way to a stranger’s bed.

On the day he left, he left
his car across the street,
keys in the ignition,
no forwarding address.

She should have guessed –
generosity not being
his strongest suit –
that it was no parting gift,

but she took it anyway,
took it for a spin,
parked it on the drive,
took herself off to bed,

wondering, as she dozed,
what she was supposed to make
of such an unexpected present
of such unrestrained horsepower.