Pap Smear

Windows down, guards as well. We drive fast. No looking back, never ever looking back. The world whizzing by, we are still. Our bodies steadily moving in rhythm with the windy road, we are still. Without a look you reach over and gently, briefly trace the contours of my hand with the tips of your fingers. Without a look I turn my hand to meet yours and our fingers naturally find their place interlocked. On this warm spring afternoon, the sun is bound to set. Nonetheless, we drive and drive. We drive until we can't stand the stillness any longer. The pulses felt throughout our limbs are electric. They push and pull and send both our imagination and memories racing. We must get off this road.