Citroen Visa

Citroen Visa

written by: Jeremy Barron

@JezBarron

 

“Get in,” I said.

The tyres were bald, the roof was pink and

I was eighteen.

 

With no indicators

and the choke

hanging by her knees,

we wheel spun round Westover.

 

Through the mist of rubber

her white knuckled body

sunk low into her seat.

And with my elbow on the window –

Hey Mickey thumping in the air,

I knew

she was impressed.

 

But, on the next date,

she was in another man’s car.