All he could be certain of was motivation

All he could be certain of was motivation

that acute fear scratching the interior of his hands.

And she lurched in that car with the door that opened.

Her feet dirty and littered.

They were obviously attached

            in some way.

She yelled over:

            Ask your self a question!

Calm down!

            He said.

He lit a candle and planted it

            on his sternum.

When it got dark she used the flicker to burn

             rubbish off her feet.

There was some heavy petting.

Rubik’s Cubing in the dark.

He said:

             I want to be a drug

smuggler.

She said:

 I want to be a tyrant and

they never saw each other again.