the old two door chevy

as awkward

as it was, we made love

in the back

seat

of my old two door chevy

on our third date,

she was still living

with her parents

and my apartment

was still

infested with mice.

so we had no where

else to go,

both of us nearly

broke

and unable to get a

room

at the no tell motels

along route one.

i remember i twisted

my knee

and she cut

her arm

on a piece of metal

door trim

that came off in the melee.

it was snowing

and quite romantic

despite the exhaust

leaking in through the rusted

floor board.

it didn't last though.

the injuries kept adding up.

she eventually

left me for a guy with

a dodge caravan

carpeted with

a bar inside.