by Gaynor Kane
Do You Want to Drive?
We drive through the mountains & snow, we drive
home & back out again, we drive to Boston &
Glastonbury & Newport News & whichever city
we get to we say we might move there one day
because we can see ourselves there & briefly
we are not indecisive, & we drive on packed ice
to the store to buy food for the week & one
of us says we spend too much money on food &
the other says yes, but we don’t drink & that
makes it seem better somehow, & we drive out of
the parking lot in a slow-moving line of cars
& we pass a field crazy packed with cows & ask
the cows for chocolate milk, chocolate milk?
& discuss how orgasmic cartoon food looks & say cream
cream cream cream to each other & then fold
streams of silly noise nonsense into cream,
what a word, so delicious, & when next you say it
I’ll fall for you again before we reach our front door.
Lauren Bender is a queer poet living in Burlington, VT with her wife and rudely adorable gray cat. Her work has appeared in such places as IDK Magazine, The Collapsar, Gyroscope Review, Pittsburgh Poetry Review, and Yes Poetry and has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize. You can find her on Twitter @benderpoet.
Gaynor Kane lives in Belfast, Northern Ireland, where she is a part-time creative, involved in the local arts scene. She writes poetry and is an amateur photographer, and in both is looking to capture moments that might be missed otherwise. Discover more at gaynorkane.com.