So much for luck.

[nimbusofherown]

I think people driving around at night have a bogus bond between them, like they know what party you were at and who was drunk and who wasn't, who's been doing things they shouldn't and who's coming back guilty. We look over, make eye contact ("Do I know you?") No and Yes. It doesn't matter the reason, we're all up past our bedtimes.

Two grapefruit
   awkwardly
cast:
tied together in a burlap
sack--
strings loose--
(pregnant pause:)

gaping
open
like a broken jaw.