A Younger Man's Car

The last time she'd done this
cars were like boats and
backseats like couches, she was
lithe and limber and
unbothered by prying eyes, but
cars had shrunk like her
expectations and her limbs were
locked and loaded with
children, stress, frustration, a
sclerotic marriage, so it took
several tentative thrusts before her
juices finally flowed and her
senses decoupled enough for her to
lift her complaining hips and
accept the limitations of a
younger man's car.