The Drive to Work the Day I Decided to Kill Myself.

By Jordan Godby

"There are jovial, pluming cotton balls

Hanging up in great blue oceans, warm and friendly.

I am driving my 1994 Ford Club Wagon Chateau,

That immense beige creature with the rusty wheel wells,

Full of guitars, amplifiers, and drums

That me and my friends play for other jaded 20 somethings.

I’m driving it up 52 just south of Kankakee, Illinois.

Riding with the windows down,

The air swaddling me like a cozy Sunday morning blanket.

The radio is straining its dusty old speaker cones at max volume,

And I am scream singing, “I Swear to God the Devil Made Me Do it”

Looking out over honey golden fields under midafternoon sun,

Drinking up life, relishing its beauty,

Before I go to work at the Love’s Travel Stop just up the road."