And you cry in the backseat of the Corolla and Jesus doesn’t know what to say so he just drives. You want to say he’s here to save you but he’s just a Lyft driver and doesn’t even know the city, he only comes here to make more money than he would in the suburbs. He drops you off at your place/Planned Parenthood/your ex’s to get your things and it’s not always Jesus and he’s not always silent and you’re not always crying but you always feel the same way and say thank you and tip well and forget about him.
Selena Cotte is a senior poetry major at Columbia College Chicago, and her work has appeared or is forthcoming in White Ash Literary Magazine and Columbia Poetry Review. She is originally from Orlando, Florida.
I laughed, and then I kept thinking about it. Can’t ask for much more than that!