“This is the time of my life I have been waiting for, for as long as before I was ever even alive
to be here now in this two-seat, no-roof car
with bare-chested Trip in the seat at the wheel beside me, calling me “My Amnesia Girl,”
doing sixty, sixty-five, seventy down a bent-out-of-whack coastal cliff road, bump-pressed against the belt buckle of the Hitchhiker’s leather pants I have been sitting on since the last gas tank fill-up at the freeway detour off-ramp.”