baby you can drive my car

i have a corvette now,

a sting ray,

she says,

rubbing her hand along

her smooth

skin,

her lineless

cheeks

and forehead,

recently injected with 

a heavy

dose of Botox.

she brushes back

the extensions of her long

blonde hair.

her breasts don't bounce

like they used to,

and 

the visceral fat

has been

drained

from her now slender

waistline.

you'd have to do carbon

dating to

find her real age now.

you've changed i tell her.

i know she says.

but only

on the outside.

the inside is still the same.

do you want to drive

my car?

it's emerald green.