where are you?

her car
won't start.
the engine whirrs
and whirrs
clicking
in the cold.
she says a few
words
normally
reserved for
conversations
with her
ex husband, she
presses on the pedal,
but nothing.
now it's silent.
she can smell
gas.
she shakes
her head, takes
out her phone
and calls
you. it's seven
a.m.
do you have jumper
cables,
she says.
beginning to sob.
maybe,
you tell her.
maybe I do,
maybe I don't. why?
I'm making
pot roast tonight
she says.
home made
bread. salad.
wine.
so, where exactly
are you,
you ask her,
hopping out of bed.
let me write
this down.