My Hypothesis On The Death Of A Cat Poem by Jonny Brackney

screeching along
in a dirty mini-van.
surrounded by smoke
and music,
eager young eyes
wander about
and spot some
blonde hair
in the rearview.
my facile mind
begins to
itch.
i gradually slow my speed
wait for her to pass
(i have to see a
pretty face
to go with the
curly hair)
a few drags later
she's drifting
beside me.
i see an ugly chin
drooping.
i quickly look away
with a strange relief-
what would i
have done
if she had been beautiful?
would i have run her
off the road
and took her right there
on the highway?
-
they say curiosity killed the cat,
but i'm willing to bet
it was lust.