the convertible

I need a faster
car,
she says.
a convertible.
I want the top
down so
that my hair
blows in the wind.
I want
to be seen
and admired.
I want men to
beep at me, or
whistle.
maybe i'll
wear sunglass
and a scarf
around my neck.
I want it to be red.
or black.
maybe white.
but it has to
be fast.
very fast.
I'm divorced
now, and I can
do this.