In The Auto Zone

the turn by turn navigation interrupts the tiktok-voice speaking affirmations over the car stereo. focused on the road, placing one corn chip after another in his mouth, he’s approaching nirvana. floating over every pothole. ascending with the effervescence of hope.

he believes that it won’t always be this bad and i envy him. there’s crushing comfort in knowing that things won’t get better, yet he chooses suffering. i covet his faith. for a brief sweet moment he’ll never know, he’s sanctified.

a prophet behind the wheel.