get in the car

she pulls up
to the corner
in a black mercedes.
the window goes
down and she whispers
come here. so you
stop eating
your hot dog, wipe
the mustard off
of your lips
and go to her.
get in, she says.
me? you respond back.
come around and
get in, she says
again. so you take
a swig of your soda
from the straw,
finish your dog.
you try to get
the mustard stain
off of your shirt,
but it's hopeless.
well, she says.
i'm waiting.
so you go around
and get in.
you put on
your seatbelt
and stare at her,
she is everyone,
she is no one.
do i know you?
where are
we going? she tips
her sunglasses down
and smiles with
her bright brown eyes.
does it matter, she
says. has it ever
mattered to you?