Flowers 4

By Alexis Rhone Fancher

always a stick shift
black leather seats
black like
the stockings
the boots
the man

always September
midnight, full moon
ass on the slide
driver’s side
no panties
no problem

before she left
she swore I’d always
been a switch hitter

what now? he asked
(as he) snapped the
handcuffs
on my wrists
put the car in park

it was as far away
from Daddy
as I could
get.

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