In an '08 Honda Civic, fast out of work and
by John Trigonis
[ poetry - october 08 ]
In an '08 Honda Civic, fast out of work and
stopped
at a traffic light munching on a Godiva Chocoiste,
a young coed plays the princess, her private life
caught up in security features: GPS destinations,
a Synced I love you!, anti-lock eyes and
side-impact airbags preventing adventitious smiling.
But once the neon weekend awakes inside her,
this
swank siren zigzags between shots and shy gaslight
to dark condo rendezvous, where those prepared to
tease, to tame and touch every inch of butterscotch plucked
bittersweet from her midnight confectionery
can render her - come Monday morning's commute -
empty and poetic. All the same.
