Most Weekend Nights Are Like This

My friend calls
to go out
She is all ready
to ride up somebody's ass like a pair of cheep string underpants
with her tiny-wasted jeans
and sparkling tank top,
hair down for now-
until her neck begins to sweat.
She's just as cute with her hair up.
She always meets men.
We drive
five times around the block
Rows of parked cars
reflect passing headlights
Taillights blink
Right turn signal in front
Women in tight boots
and skirts and jackets
scrunch up their shoulders
to the cold.
We are two thieves and the night is
a glistening pearl
to be nabbed from its shell
I fog the window with my nose while my girlfriend curses:
Nowhere to park.

Jenica Antonellis

 

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