A Thing of Terrible Beauty

It is such
a thing of terrible
terrible beauty
the way she
shuns me
looking out
the passenger window.

I smile to the sun,
magnified through
the windscreen.

And my eyes hurt
and I tell her
"according to that wall
over there
Kelly loves Sam
but
Eddie's a
wanker".

I laugh as
She turns to face me,
Seething with
Mango on her teeth
She calls me a clown 
but
She calms down.

Our laughter is such
a thing of terrible beauty.