"The Drive."
Because their bed was calm and they'd never
done what they read about, they drove to the hills,
left the car, and climbed high over the shale
and spread her dress in the dirt.
Soft, ceramic quail, the natives there stared from the chaparral
while they groaned and hurt themselves.
The heat made ants bubble out of the ground.
The hill was a flower that evening closed.
They were naked and very small and they put on their clothes.
The car would give them back their power.