foreign parts move shifting into & out of gears rusty from snow & salt, hand & feet push levers of motion into holes, interlocking layered signs & signals, move make the move make the mutter... sticky sticky sweaty hands on a cold november unlike last one. waiting in the car steamy & writing love letters on the windows with fingers. smushing dirty barefoot prints. let coldness seep in pleasurably & with wisdom, rest your head on the driver's lap, keep your knees away from the stick. crunch. drift away alone not alone in the seat of your ascendent vehicle, merge flesh to metal. be the lap, the comfort, the creator, the destroyer, be the shift maiden & gear heap, background overlay backgrounds & eyes made from knobs of grease.wet steam. on the lap of your forlorn lovers' parts. alone not alone, because the parts were stolen and shared. car and driver. a november night, wipes away all the letters.
and will have touched your wet hands to a face. who's skin marks no resemblance to your own, steam.