There is a saying down here
I never heard of elsewhere:
Can I carry you to the dance?
Can I carry you to the doctor's?
It doesn't mean can I wrap
my arms around your body,
lift you up and tote you there.
It doesn't mean
I'm keeping you like a secret,
nor does it mean I'm infected with you
like a tick with Lyme disease,
nor am I a voice echoing across the room.
It means may I convey you in my wagon,
in my automobile, in my two-ton
Ford pickup, any vehicle, whether
dirigible, dirt bike, dogsled or dune buggy.
(First published in Veils - 2020)