cigarette

he rode it to a stop. seduced the sidewalk
until like the pavement i was worn
nodded ascent
curled my girlish figure in and discarded every notion of No.
"i must to work in the morning"
and that was forgiven
along with the cigarettes and coffee there was nothing else to fear.

a sidenote:
i wore a cross around my heart, a belief held in silver (the same silver traded for Jesus, i guessed) and i thought that this would save me.

later, when asked,
i repeated that only nothing had happened.

hitch hiking is not that dangerous.

it is a thing that is
only if you let it
and then,
who can you blame?