She knew how to shoot pool to win
and tied back her hair to play defense
on hockey fields, challenged me at tennis,
then threw the match. That was her lesson:
women choose when and how men win them.
My first machine was a Ford with rusty fenders.
She rode shotgun, traded the sweat
on her lip for gloss, no coincidence.
Maybe I should have felt more fear
at highway speed, seatbelt unbuckled.
When she slid close I let her steer,
because men love where machines and luck
lead us. Besides, she wasn’t built to cheer
men on and kiss our red necks in truck beds.
Dave Seter studied creative writing at Princeton University, where he earned his degree in civil engineering. Born in Chicago, he has lived on both coasts, and currently resides in Sonoma County. His chapbook entitled Night Duty was published in 2010 by Main Street Rag Publishing Company.