Oh, don't bother me
with those details.
I don't care to hear them...

There she is,
standing alone but
just BEGGING to be taken.
Someone else will shake and
BOOM.

This much is true: she's been hiding
something, someone or
maybe a few ideas.
It's a toss-up so
who's guessing?

Laugh it all off,
tonight we're driving.
I'm away but hiding...

Between the doors,
she's walking out of step
and guess who's next?
Another transient evening tryst.

She doesn't exist.