according to my own version
of the memory,
was Martha.
i never saw her again
after we made
love in the back
seat of my mother's car.
a green dodge
dart.
we parked
under the canopy of
oak trees
on Owens road,
off to the darkened side.
after nine minutes, or less,
we adjusted our
clothes then drove away.
i remember putting my signal on
as we pulled
out onto the vacant
street.
turning on the lights
and the wipers
as it began to rain.
she just needed a ride
home
from somewhere.
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