A Flat Tire and a Woman

i drove down through the parking lot to take in the art the act the crime a sliced tire during a movie i expected anger madness rage i expected my own emotions to seep out of their bones i expected curses maybe even a tear i expected murder but what i got was nothing he was leaned up against all that junk a heap of machine and he held her in his arms warm like icicles melting she had long legs beautiful and they saw me and their eyes glazed over emotionless they leaned there as if waiting for a miracle for god himself for nothing and i thought to myself leaving them there how the hell did he get her? how the hell indeed as i drove home alone upon four good tires.