A Flat Tire and a Woman
i drove down
through the parking lot
to take in the art
the act
the crime
a sliced tire
during a movie
i expected anger
madness
rage
i expected
my own emotions
to seep out of their bones
i expected curses
maybe even a tear
i expected murder
but what i got was
nothing
he was leaned up
against all that junk
a heap of machine
and he held her
in his arms
warm
like icicles melting
she had long legs
beautiful
and they saw me
and their eyes
glazed over
emotionless
they leaned there
as if waiting
for a miracle
for god himself
for nothing
and i thought to myself
leaving them there
how the hell did he get her?
how the hell
indeed
as i drove home alone
upon four good tires.
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