first or second night in Phoenix

 

she was
rocking back and forth on my pony pole
I was calling her lots of names and she was letting me
Peter was being said in fast breaths
the back seat of my Volvo
from here we could see the street lights, the
zig zag neon of buildings
each one imploring you to go in
huhh huhh huhh huhh huhh
and the outside wind makes everything prickly
sharp
I have a flesh colored knife
cutting her in a big V
now her syllables are dancing only at
the top tips of my name
autos spirit by
she seems to have a whale's tongue
I imagine I might buy her a drink later
or a dinner
but then I think I'll save my money