Your Driver Is Waiting

by Priya Guns

It wasn’t a crime to spend money on things that made us happy, but most times that kind of money just wasn’t there.

My teeth were yellowed, but cigarettes and coffee were too delicious for me to care. They made love in my mouth like it was New Year’s Eve and they had no resolutions.

People did all sorts of things to feel alive. They were big adult babies scavenging for life, for that sensation, you know, the one that makes you feel just right.

She closed her eyes as if she was waiting to die in my car and go to heaven through sounds she’d never heard before.

I was a woman who wasn’t going to take it anymore because I swear, I have taken so much already.

What, you don’t believe me? Go ahead, call me unreliable. I know it wasn’t in my head.

The city has jagged edges and it sits in my hand.