Rudie / Elephants

Your hand electrified the back of my neck
As we hopped down the highway
Listening to Rudie Can’t Fail,
Talking of Tintin and juvenile justice

At times your fingers would chisel
Down my jaw and across my throat,
Molding me
With my hands trembling
On the wheel,

Calling me your little elephant,
I thought of the skin
Between your two freckles that,
When squeezed together,
Would make a trunk

Sometimes I wished
I didn’t remember.