how big is the trunk of your car?

where are you from,

she asks me,

looking at me over the edge

of her pink

cosmopolitan.

her lips

and blush, and dress

the same color

why?

i ask her.

just trying to place your

accent.

a little New York

with a mix

of Philly.

Jersey, maybe?

was your father in the mob?

you sort of talk 

like that.

or maybe you were

connected.

i watch her sip and sip,

as she waits for

an answer.

her assorted rings clanging

against

the stem of her glass.

so? she says.

why? i ask again.

i need a favor, she says.

my ex

is giving me trouble.

i was hoping you could help

me out.

how big is the trunk 

of your car?