I stared through the glass
at the turquoise and low slung
Nio EP9—a battery-powered
two-seat sports car. Zero to sixty
in two point seven seconds.
Separate motor and transmission
for every wheel. Advance
torque vector system,
whatever that means.
But I knew you would know.
Though I care nothing for chassis
and Vmax speeds, I stared at that car
like a boy dreaming of Christmas morning,
like a mother dreaming of a boy
who still can dream,
stared until its aero-efficient lines
blurred and swam, my heart
revving silent in my chest.