by Maureen McElroy Rylan Hill Some people have sex in cars like Cadillacs or little red Corvettes with the seats rolled back and write songs about it, but I write poems in cars. M-m-m-my Corolla poems, my MINI Cooper poems, my KIA Soul poems, getting pulled over for writing while driving poems. Rear view rhymes, stuck-in-traffic last gasp angry poems. Cup holders and couplets, speed bumps and alliteration. Rolling, rolling, windows down, and the city cacophony inspiring me, d