By Will Montgomery
The KPH
She said I need to pee
I said were almost home
She said hand me a bottle
I said there isn’t one
She found an empty tupperware
And squatted in the back seat
She shouted up to ease on the gas
Her head between her knees
She laid down a dark grey hoodie
To protect the carpeted floor
I couldn’t help but hit the brakes
Katia commanded me No more
On our street the window cracked
The car shook with winter wind
I craned my neck to see for why
Against the chassis the hoodie was pinned
She released it into the nighttime air
It flew off without a hitch
I stopped the car, I said get out
Katia just sat and bitched
I turned around
I said c’mon
She said lets just go home
I wouldn’t let up
She dumped the cup
Hopped out the car to atone
Between two acrylics
She carried it back
Dropped the mess onto my lap
We made it back around 2:10
Never thought to speak of it again
And although the hoodie was deep cleaned
Id never wash out the memory it seemed