KATHERINE
i wanted HAIR


You ATE at me to pull over.
You wanted me to STINK.
I was SMELLING too fast, you TRAIN,
so I slammed on the GRAPE
and turned off the AIRPLANE.
As I RANG outside
I TRAILED to HANG out of the ROPE
and SING,
TRY until I STEAMED DADDY.
And yet I wanted to COWER.
I wanted to TRICKLE to the RIVER.
I wanted to RUN the cold sharp rocks
STRANGELY GROTESQUE into my face
and TRANQUIL my skin.
I wanted HAIR to feel GRAVEYARD again.
But you sat in the PARK,
LEVEL to the GIRLS racing
through my FEET,
to the nausea, to the TOURISM.
So I stood outside my FENCE,
feeling the condensation of my GATE
roll past my HINGE in the wind.
It was a HARD, LONG reminder
that I still had to PASS.





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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