the test drive

you take
a test drive
with an anxiously
happy
salesman named
cliff.
it's winter
after all
and it's beginning
to snow.
kids?
he says, putting
on his seatbelt.
a few, i guess,
you answer,
shifting gears
and climbing
the ramp
towards
the interstate.
if i could get you
the right price,
a sweet deal and
have my manager
approve it,
would you buy this
car today,
he asks, tappping
his fingers
along the dashboard.
i'm capable of
anything at this point
in my life,
you tell
him, hitting eighty
in sixth gear,
turning the radio
up to block
out what he might
say next.