Get Out of the Goddamn Car,
BenjamÃn Naka-Hasebe Kingsley
says my father    and I’m leaping
out onto the highway pavement    the road
is not a spilled ribbon    of bow-tied asphalt not
the powdered rib    cage of likely-beaten
boys it is just    fucking
concrete.    I ragdoll
through God’s    unpaved
underbelly    His surfacing pebble-pocked lesions
curl my hands    against a guardian angel
who never    Never came alive for me
in faith I stretch    myself long across traffic
lane after unending lane    as if
there is a mother’s minivan    who will take me
far from the floodgates    of heaven
buoy me to safety    restart my world with a rainbow
like Noah’s magic boat never    dreamt it could.
Parent and child—much like the relationship between driver and passenger—you are along for the ride. This poem leapt from my desire to express the violent yearning for agency crammed backseat in so many children’s lives.Â

Ben Kingsley is best known for his Academy Award-winning role as Mahatma Gandhi. A touch less famous, Affrilachian author BenjamÃŒn Naka-Hasebe Kingsley has not acted since his third-grade debut as the undertaker in ²Ñ³Ü²õ¾±³¦Ìý²Ñ²¹²Ô. A Kundiman alum, Kingsley is currently the Tickner Writing Fellow and recipient of a Provincetown FAWC fellowship. He belongs to the Onondaga Nation of Indigenous Americans in New York. Peep his work from 2018 in Boston Review, The Kenyon Review, New England Review, and Tin House, among others. His first book, Not Your Mama’s Melting Pot, selected by Bob Hicok for the Backwaters Prize, was released fall 2018.