Some Driving Advice for the Modern Woman
A Poem
If you are driving at night
in the car with some boy riding shotgun
who has eyes that look kind in certain lights
and hands that seem to touch
everything
gently
and you come to a stop sign
that he knows well
and he looks at you
and says
usually I don’t even slow down here
like it’s something to be proud of
like he doesn’t know why you’d want to be careful
you can kick him out.
It’s…