Tuesday, July 24, 2018

I, shrapnel in the drive thru

I, shrapnel
, --

(puts her hand on his thigh and I think of you)
-- ,

Couples kissing in the kitchen as I walk in and
think of you

In a bar
or in bed thinking of you.

I'm bored so I think of you.

I can't stand, or think, about me
and you.

I pretend I don't have tears in my eyes, but I-eeeeee
t's shrapnel.

I lie.

‘I'm not thinking of you.’

Crying myself into a salad,
thinking about your death.

Unfortunately into Oreos with water
wondering
why
we

Didn't die together. But swimming
deep in you.

I dive, turn away,

sleep on a floor more than feet,
or seat, I drive

Miles, Curtis, mostly Prince,
(And sometimes Meat Puppets)

crying, tears still drying
on my cheeks

-in the drive thru-