I didn’t even offer
yet you just assume
because we live in the same space
that I will drop everything
to take you to that place.
-
I tell you I’m cold
I tell you no,
that I’ll be late to that job
that actually pays me.
-
Yet I do it anyway
and I do it for free.
-
I have no business there
as I have no money to spare
yet I still drive you
just because you asked me to.
-
I don’t know if I want to hurt you
or
if I want to hurt myself.
-
You don’t like the way I park
and complain that I should move to a new spot.
Well, you can just find yourself a new ride.
But I don’t say that.
Instead, I simply smile.
-
I wanted to be back by five thirty
instead you’re just getting in line then.
So I can’t take you to that other place.
It’s fine, you assure me.
-
Everyone’s quiet.
The car ride is silent on the way back.
It’s as if you know you’ve done something wrong
yet you don’t tell me sorry
or even thank you.
-
I offer to let you out early.
I don’t have time to drop you off at the dorm.
There’s only twelve minutes
before I’m late.
At the next stop sign,
my car is almost crushed
by the UPS driver turning
up the street I’m on.
-
I have too much stress for this.
-
You slam my door way too hard
at the parking garage and almost leave
me behind. I try to walk slowly
so that I don’t leave you behind
but there’s only seven minutes
for me to make the fifteen minute walk
so I leave you behind.
-
When I get back to the dorm,
I only have three minutes left
and the door won’t open
though my card unlocks it.
You arrive before I even get
into the building and swipe your card.
Now the door opens and I shoot inside.
-
You split up, without a word to me.
One goes across the hall,
the other to my room.
I even say, now that I’ve sat down
with two minutes left
that that wasn’t about you guys,
I wasn’t trying to leave you behind.
You scarcely acknowledge that before
you move to sit in the hall, literally
outside our door.
-
That trip benefitted me
not in the least bit.
I had no money to spend,
no gas to spare,
and, least of all,
not the time to waste.
Yet I did and
I did it all for free.
I didn’t even take a thank you
or a sorry-we-almost-made-you-late-to-work.
-
Instead, you can just call me Chauffeur.
About the Creator
B. M. Valdez
Hello! I am a published novel writer (bmvaldez.com). I write LGBTQIA+ characters into many different stories. Posted here are short stories/chapbooks connected to larger projects, writing advice/journal articles, and poetry.


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