Thursday, August 13, 2026

Susan Isla Tepper


For The Evening 

When you showed up

in your dad’s navy blue

convertible— white

leather interior

I knew I was target practice.

You’d mentioned

 getting a car for the evening

Naturally I expected 

a VW Bug or similar

hunk of junk.

I counted how many times

you bit me.

Twenty – three

ugly purple bruises

not worthy of this car.


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