I’m sitting
Pretending to be innocent
Clasping my hands together
(palms down)
Staring into the blissful night
To ignore the evil glares
From the driver’s seat
My [ex]-girlfriend’s mother.

Well, it’s my fault.
What could make a mother glare
Besides her daughter being threatened
By the one they love [in secret]
Two violating bodies, violated once more
By a set of eyes peering through my [ex]-lover’s door.

The fateful car-ride rolls to a stop.
The wheels slow; the lights dim.
I jump out quickly, afraid to look at my [ex]-lover
[the wrong way]
To invoke her mother’s glares.

As the night ends, I say those fateful words,
Those polite (yet expected) words of courtesy
“Thank you [for the ride]” I say
To no avail; I walk to my dark house alone
While my [ex]-girlfriend and her mother speed away.

12/27/2004

Posted on 03/27/2006
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