Listen. It's beautiful.
The car you gave to her. Because
a storm was coming. Because she needed
shelter. Because she couldn't count on arms
to hold her. In place of love, four doors. One
left open. I watched her stroke the soft cream leatherette
seats. Because she is a girl of virtue. Because this
is your solution to suffering. Because I left you with
a tremendous weight. Because of longing, I walked
into the rain. Wanting to feel the sharp lash of ice
across my face & the soft fingers of a stranger
stroking me like a new gift.