“They aren’t real,” she explodes
with laughter at my perplexed expression.
“They are fake.”
from the back of tow and pickup trucks. I realized
prior to her explanation, but remained rendered
inadequately failed to describe this . . .
trend. I pray
she was kidding about that part. Surely,
there are still some sane men . . . I stop
the thought there, knowing better. And still
this blatant Freudian expression astounds
me. This beyond mundanely crass way to prolong
the vehicle as penis extension metaphor. I began
to weep for want of irony. A 4X4 passes,
ablaze in the latest rubber commando fashion. “What
could be worse?” I wonder aloud
a moment before it registered:
there was a woman driving that one.