I Always Stop for Gas in Lovelock

Even though no sani-seat covers 

in the regular stall in the ladies room 

at the Standard Station in Lovelock,

a town where lovers lock their love.

In the handicapped stall the lock doesn’t work.

You  prop your purse against the door. 

The Sikh at the register scowls. 

I wonder why he’s here.  

I miss the woman with bubblegum  hair.  

I wonder what happened to her.