“I’ll back my car up” by Julia at her desk

Friday, May 11, 2018
9:31pm
5 minutes
Catching the Westbound
Corvin Thomas

It was a nice time to drive then
you behind the wheel and me out the window tracking waterfalls
(There, another, did you see that one? On your left. I said on your left!)
I suppose I wasn’t doing any of the driving
too much fear built up over the years, too many MVA and physio
You never wanted to ride shot-gun, and I don’t think it’s because
you liked the sound of me narrating the outdoors to you, the roadside, the clouds
You liked the finger feeding, the tiny snack bites of cheese and olive
You liked choosing the music
You liked letting me sleep
And it was a good time with a car that was ours for the first trip of our lives
It was good after that with the duct tape holding up the under side of the car
(I call it that to this day because neither of us know much about automobiles, or whatever they’re calling them these days. Human carriers? Life holders? Vessels of transformation and transport?)
But soon after you were screaming your frustration into the pillow
Geeva had died again on the Lion’s Gate Bridge.
And we mourned her then: her and her licence plate namesake

“I’ll back my car up” by Sasha on her couch

Friday, May 11, 2018
7:37pm
5 minutes
Catching the Westbound
Corvin Thomas

I have a confession
I hit your car because I was
checking out a woman in a red dress
She had the most beautiful
body I’d ever seen
And hair
And sway of the
Ugh

I hit your car because you were in front of me
But I didn’t know it was you
I’d hoped it would be a stranger
No
Such luck

“FUCK!” I heard you say
And I said it too
Just a moment after
Meant
To be

I ran out
“I’m so sorry! I was distracted! I have insurance!”
“Diane?!”
“Oh good God, Bobby?!”
“It’s Robert now…”