UNDER THE INFLUENCE
Entering an advertising free area,
our body temperatures noticeably drop.
I quickly plug my laptop
into the car’s cigarette lighter.
You bathe in the screen’s glow
while warming the cathartic artery
of my neck and shoulders.
It is only a few more kilometers
to the franchised Harlot’s Plateau.
We could take refreshment there
and reassess our uniforms.
You are more than deserving of another stripe
adding to your serpentine octopus charms.