Rental Car

Once, I took a trip and rented a car.

After a few hours of driving,

I opened the glove compartment

and inside I found a pair of

women's underwear,

several packages of extra large condoms,

a pair of Foster Grant sunglasses

and a dry-cleaning receipt

and I thought to myself

that maybe I'd like to have met

the last person who had

rented this car.

And whether any of these things

were missed by the people who

had left them behind.

I glanced into the back seat;

there was definitely room back there

to lay down, to squirm out of

your underwear, for him to

put on a condom,

to pull up your shirt just enough

that he can see your breasts

but not enough that it doesn't

need dry-cleaning after he

drops you off.