To the killer hiding in the back seat of my car at 10 p.m.

by Jessica Otto

Hello.

Who’s back there?

Lovely night, isn’t it?

I was going to go home

but now

I want to treat myself

to an adventure;

something I can sink

my teeth into.

Get away from me! Stupid

driver! I hate it when people

get right up my ass

like that. I hate it

when people don’t get out

of the way for ambulances

and fire trucks;

Mr. Tough Guy

with a cigarette behind his ear

and an elbow sticking

out the window like the

biggest asshole in the world.

Wait till you start speeding 90,

100 miles in the wrong direction,

am I right? Splatter

brains all over the highway!

Seriously, you need to

speak up if you’re back there

because I hate it

when people call me crazy.