AUTODESIRE CHAPTER 9:

GRIFT X

Scene:

The sound of your ex-lover making love to another. The sound of traffic from a freeway. The cold dead quiet of the mountains in the middle of nowhere. The roar of cicada broad 19. The hot breath of a whisper in your ear. Two squirrels make love on a tree branch. A bird does his mating dance.

Love song playlist. Alabama moonbread. Golden Hour. A field of corn. Running till your heart almost bursts from your chest. Pressed into an envelope.

Smoker in the window. Six floors up. Sing me a long poem.

We weren’t going to get out of here un-scathed. Too much rhythm.

I said I was down for anything, no judgement. But I’ll walk right out that door if you do me wrong.

She put her hands on the steering wheel of the car and she squeed it tight. She let out one of those deep sighs. She let her foot weight down on the pedal and the gas flowed into engine. The car kept flying.