The instructor stutters as she explains
how cars work
—what the pedals do and where the indicators are—
but when I aim the key at the ignition,
she grabs my wrist.
‘I h-h-honestly don’t know how this will work.
How can you coordinate your feet
quickly enough to avoid cr-cr-crashing?
I can’t understand it.’
And that’s the thing.
People don’t understand
our synchronicity,
the quiet connection
that flows between us.
‘Everyone knows that
ninety percent of communication
is nonverbal,’ Tippi says,
and
while the instructor thinks about this,
I start the engine.

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