Whoever you are, they take care of you.
Dean leans over and labors the crank-window,
asking where you need to go. Lillian shows
how to clean and reload. Tucker. The Lees.
Savannah shrunk by cancer. Lyle by diet,
ordering you what he can’t eat. Hands that pass
the double cheese and hands that steer the wheel,
a foot floored toward Tennessee, our necks keeping
Hendrix’s beat. Each morning another warning
about the darkness out there. Triple murder,
no suspects. Alien abductions in the Palouse.
A family gone missing. A family found,
their organs removed. Each day, against all this
breaking news, another stranger saving you.
Reprinted from The Low Passions by Anders Carlson-Wee. Copyright (c) 2019 by Anders Carlson-Wee. Used with permission of the publisher, W.W. Norton & Company, Inc. All rights reserved.