car, an old car.
it looked like an ancient
police car.
dents were
in the white door.
who were they?
two friends, husband and wife?
strangers
to me.
but what caught my
eye
was the bright red
and green
Christmas sweaters
they had were wearing.
the back seat was full
of wrapped
gifts to the roof.
i got into my car,
beside them, having
finished with my shopping,
but i wanted to know
more.
i could see that
they were eating
Chinese food out of
white boxes with
chopsticks.
their windows were half steamed
from the food.
they seemed hungry,
going at it
without talking. they seemed
to have nothing to say
to each other anymore.
who were they,
where were they going?
i wanted to know
what's the deal here?
yes, there is something
wrong with me.
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