Driving Me

here is the dress she wore
when she picked me up for dinner
soft white, silky, not silk
not enough money for that.
taste, smell her sweat
even now I wonder
how long it will take
to put the pieces back together
unidentified stranger
washed clean in the river
no.  I don't want to.  no.
hear her song in my sleep
dreaming of paler skin
than that

Holly Day