heat

April 28, 2009 § Leave a comment

heat swims in a pool of cars

the taxi driver sucks his tongue at me

kissing his index finger

jerking from first to second gear

creaking a couple of feet

he turns off the radio

the crank hustles the transmission

through clouds of burning trash

nicotine

carbon monoxide from

dust covered tail pipies

and evaporating cars

the difference between first

and second gear

between second and third

is not in speed or acceleration

it is between the number of days

of hunger

and the heat of a hollow belly

churning toward another cold night

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