| Conspiracy to Commit Larceny: A Recipe Take the man you think you love and his fabulous lips. Take him from one place to the next. Let him drive your car. Let him drive it through the mood-crazed woods until it overheats. Let the nights feed from your eyes as you look at him. Do not turn on the heat. Do not spill the flavored oils of the heart. Do not eat from the palm of your hand a fluid ounce of what you may need. Do something illegal. You only have to be there when they bring the contraband in. You only have to leave yourself behind. The stars know. The police will prowl your neighborhood until the plate number matches and the car checks out. When they bring you in, you must remove your shoes and belt. You must pretend there was no felony. Then you must confess. Add your past, a pinch of the rage you feel, and how you sit until your father bursts in and asks whether you have been arrested. Add a mother who tells you she is ashamed. An expensive lawyer. The way you remember the taste of his kiss and how real he was and how he would drive dark roads at high speeds through the back woods with the headlights off. Remember what the stars see. And how once it is over the lawyer will send a letter saying he said you knew nothing, saying he tried to keep you out of it, though the police said he had given you up as they made you say his name. Copyright © 2013 by Jennifer Militello. Used with permission of the author. |
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