Karen Solie, "Boyfriend's Car"

Black Nova. Jacked up. Fast.

Rhetorical question. Naturally,

a girl would choose

the adult conspiracy

of smoked glass, darkened interiors.

Privacy. Its language

of moving parts, belts,

and unfamiliar fluids.

Michael Hofmann reviewed the astounding Karen Solie's The Living Option: Selected Poems in the London Review of Books a couple months back. Solie writes long poems, usually. In his review, Hofmann pulled these Solie lines (above) from  "Boyfriend's Car", which is actually from an earlier collection, Short Haul Engine.