el jefe

warm chocolate invites you 
to ease into her taut leather seat, 
hook your left thumb around 
the steering wheel's spoke, 
and rest the palm of your right hand on 
the shift knob. 

when was the last time you 
remembered what the ridges of the threads 
holding the hides together 
felt like? 
had memory robbed what unworn leather 
felt like? 

the eyes take snapshots of the 
speedometer, 
rear window defogger knob, 
radio, 
the embroidered Porsche script on the 
passenger side floor mat. 

as the fingertips of your hand 
slides across the dash in 
disbelief, 
you realize two things; 
your sense of taste is being 
cheated 
and your sense of 
hearing 
is about to be 
seduced. 


*photography by Clint Davis ©
 


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