Mephisto Waltz

Compressed into

The driver’s seat

A low mist over

The safest neighborhood

In the county

Holding the steering wheel

My hands an axis on the map

Framing something

Always framing

In the woods at this hour

A naked woman

The phone rings at this hour

The same woman

Still my hands frame endlessly

In this light

Green eyes turn blue

Russet hair black

Driving

A prick point on the map

Passing something

Always passing