for the gear shift in the middle
console,
the tight leather seats
pushed up
close to the window
and the absence
of a reasonable
back seat,
stacked with self help
books
and wine bottles,
we would have made love
that night
in her car, parked
outside
of Crate and Barrel,
but no
such luck.
i left the doggie bags
with her
from P. F. Changs,
lettuce wraps and firecracker
shrimp,
and waved farewell
as she drove off.
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