Trees smearing past the window Other cars streak past with snarls Snippets of vitality springing forth before receding behind A man cleans his car Preparing for your now But then he's gone A girl grabs for papers in your breeze You should help but she's already gone A dog's barks precede And then recede Before your ride slows and the barks are not quite gone At a stop and with a click Dismount and leave the metal ride
But how can I see if there's too much smoke?* she pleaded, latching onto my arms with thorny tenacity. How can you complain when you create that smoke yourself? I combatted question with question, ******* snow into the grey nosy wisps. It's your fault. Liquid roses dripped to the snow. Steam kissed the smoke. **I know.
Because of me.* She let me stand, snow falling off my bare legs like a shower of ash. Because of us. What us is there left to lie about... My legs tensed to run. **Who can lie about what is in plain sight?
Oh really?* interrogated her cunning eyes, Speak you the truth? Doubt what you will, mine glowered in return, the ice melting to fragmented liquid between my fingers. **But truth and desire are the same thing, no?