the guy I just left
behind me.
receding like his
hairline,
spent more
on that "car"
than I make in a year
and I don't do too bad
for myself.
like great sex, a little
out of control,
but in full awareness
of what I'm doing,
and why,
I watch him fade
and the curve
of the gearshift fits
my hand
like the small
of your back
that night
that went on
until morning.



copyright William F. DeVault (wfdv)