Here are the particulars I am driving a stolen truck The suggestion was made offhandedly at a wedding I have done this more than once across a country without fur and without petals where the air smells like oil and difficulty Stones like zealots punish the undercarriage Because I am hungry I am godless which happens when blood excommunicates the stomach My feet gone numb and mated to the pedals I’ve become a driver of ropes and chains I may or may not receive money for these crates Someone taught me the transmission Someone else chose my obvious code name and drew a fingertip map in the dust I have children somewhere who may be alive
Alan Elyshevitz is the author of a collection of stories, The Widows and Orphans Fund (SFA Press), and three poetry chapbooks, most recently Imaginary Planet (Cervena Barva). He is a two-time recipient of a fellowship in fiction writing from the Pennsylvania Council on the Arts. Currently he teaches writing at the Community College of Philadelphia. For further information, visit https://aelyshevitz.ink.