It perked me up

Depressed, I found myself driving out to the suburban Monday night orgy.

Wetnesses on the highway gilded behind semis.

Early, I idled in my car in a grocery store parking lot and watched a woman struggle with her groceries.

In my dream I dreamt that I smoked cigarettes again.

I use my car so infrequently and it takes me to such beautiful places--suburbs, grocery stores, an eighteen year old who calls me now too frequently.

I associate cars with sex and cigarettes.

Idling in them gives my cravings and erections.

The orgy took place in a darkened room.

One young man, in baggy cargo pants and shirt, buzzcut, stunk of smokes, gothic lettering on his back, always found me. I found it so comforting, to be stuffed full of him.

On my way home I sang to Dolly Parton songs, loudly, and the billows of snow confused me and blinded the road ahead.

I arrived home, and once showered, felt much better.