We Were Almost Truckers

Fed up with our jobs
my sister and I
talk about becoming truckers.
Imagine the freedom of the open road,
seeing new places,
driving through the dark.
I wouldn’t drive animals
to a slaughterhouse she says.
I wouldn’t want to deliver
weapons or dangerous chemicals I say.
Everything can be a weapon she says.
Then she says nuclear waste
for me, that’s also a no.
I’d like to deliver books I say
but only to independent bookstores.
No chains.
Clothing she says
I wouldn’t mind clothing.
But not if it was made in a sweatshop.
I say and no fur coats. No way.

The list of won’t drives gets too long.
We abandon the plan.