Tender

Touch the car’s side, feeling the warmth of your finger on cold metal and silt. 

See the dull red car in front in pulses of steadily darkening light and I feel that red, inside.

Tender is the imprinted seat, breathing the air in this metal cage. I breathe me, sweat, worried, staring with longing at the living in cars.  

Hearing a roaring as we pass each other. We are, blurring molecules mixed with time and air.