Scars
Do you remember when we ended up at that scrapyard?
(Running some errand for your mother or mine)
The cars were lined up
Bonnets crushed
Windows smashed
Seat stuffing gathering in foot wells
And you slid your fingers between my own and squeezed
Bone against bone.
You said you never felt so alone.
I saw metal
You saw flesh
I saw half empty boots
And you saw half fulfilled potential
I saw families just trying to get by
Swapping crumpled aluminium for crisp clean notes
You saw us.
Wasted on gravel
Stripped of names and memories
Left only as scarred shells
That would soon be melted down
And forgotten
That night we made love in your car
Let hips press against hips
Let hips press against steering wheel
Your fingers grasped at torn interior
And we moved to the rhythm of a radio
That couldn’t quite find its station
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