“Long Drive” by James Roach

I drove the long way,
tire tread embracing the curves of the coast,
parked under the swelter of the sun.

My left foot felt the warmth of the dashboard,
my right one tried not to turn on the hazard lights.
The burden of my shorts slithered into a puddle on the floor.

The soft waves licked the gravel shore
while I was pleased
that the vibrator I keep hidden in my car was charged
just enough.

James Roach (They/he)
James Roach is most creative between the hours of up-too-late and is it even worth going to bed? He dug up his midwest roots to live in Olympia, WA, not too far from some sleepy volcanoes and beaches to write home about.