kissing
in the car, what with
all the gloves
and scarves,
our big coats,
the stick shift in the middle.
the seats that
won't go back too far.
how quickly
the windows steam,
as we reach over
and smooch,
using out hands
to balance ourselves
against the seat
and dashboard,
crimping our kidneys
and spleen.
the car behind us honking
his horn and cursing
as the light changes
from red again
to green.
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