Brittany
i wanted Devin


You Coughed at me to pull over.
You wanted me to Pee.
I was Clapping too fast, you Poop,
so I slammed on the Golf Cart
and turned off the Bed.
As I Walked outside
I Cried to Fart out of the Cat
and Sleep,
Laugh until I Fished Courtney.
And yet I wanted to Bend.
I wanted to Sit to the Father.
I wanted to Run the cold sharp rocks
Fat into my face
and Fat my skin.
I wanted Devin to feel Cow again.
But you sat in the Wal-Mart,
Ugly to the Chairs racing
through my Arm,
to the nausea, to the Gymnasium.
So I stood outside my Priest,
feeling the condensation of my Ham
roll past my Phone in the wind.
It was a Pretty, Smart reminder
that I still had to Excersise.





i wanted pain


You screamed at me to pull over.
You wanted me to stop.
I was driving too fast, you said,
so I slammed on the brakes
and turned off the engine.
As I stepped outside
I wanted to jump out of the car
and run,
run until I lost myself.
And yet I wanted to fall.
I wanted to fall to the ground.
I wanted to feel the cold sharp rocks
cutting into my face
and slicing my skin.
I wanted pain to feel good again.
But you sat in the car,
clueless to the thoughts racing
through my mind,
to the nausea, to the surrealism.
So I stood outside my car,
feeling the condensation of my breath
roll past my face in the wind.
It was a constant, nagging reminder
that I still had to breathe.

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