Body swerve corners,
curve neck to kneecap,
Your eyes button perfectly
in their buttonholes.
The way you bat at the gear shift,
leave certain things unsaid,
dislodges everything.
Purring at the light
has something to do with it.
You know they gave you a license
because of your short skirt
and outrageous hair.
Somehow you always land
on your feet.
tk/September 2013
