Driving


Julia Glassman



I am driving through Connecticut
with my lover on the passenger side.
On the radio comes a familiar song.
I think, but do not say out loud
that it's a song I like to touch myself to -
That its sound excites me, gets inside me
the way another body should.
I remember days alone in the house,
turning on this jangle of bells and drums
and slipping under my covers,
listening for signs of my mother
coming home, the door opening,
footsteps clacking in the foyer.
I listen.
No, I will not tell him.
I open my mouth to sing along
with the vocals while our fast little car
continues to fly along the road.





Julia Glassman is a writer and a student at Sarah Lawrence College.



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