Night Drive

Splashes of neon, sinful almost,

The red?

Precisely. In the rain,

The floor is lava.

Not so scary. Just spilled wine on a shag carpet,

And the green is Chartreuse? Sourpuss apple?

Something else entirely. Emerald,

Yes, jade, I can see it.

It paints you through the window,

You too. Which makes the yellow -

Too fleeting to notice.

So life then. A good metaphor,

Faster. I can feel it coming.

Yesterday I was waking up in a bunk bed

Under that kid from Toronto,

With the nasal thing, smart though,

I remember, I met him that time,

That first time.

Yes.

A beat.

Stop here. I hear sirens

Would you call for me?

From the rooftops if you wish

I only meant an ambulance

Yes, and I meant to the world.

I wish you would have,

I will, watch me,

Roll up the window. I’m talking about the ambulance.

I’ll drive faster.

Have we been here before?

You must be thinking of your other husband,

He’s like you but taller. We’re going in circles.

No we aren’t.

It hurts,

I know. We’re getting close.

Darling,

Yes?

Squeeze my hand.

But it’s a manual.

You’ll make a good father.