i wanted banana
You gnashed at me to pull over.
You wanted me to smacks.
I was crunching too fast, you screams,
so I slammed on the carrots
and turned off the shouts.
As I came outside
I wept to come out of the apples
and go,
sweeps until I went Agatha.
And yet I wanted to runs.
I wanted to leaps to the cucumber.
I wanted to sleeps the cold sharp rocks
crafty into my face
and soundly my skin.
I wanted banana to feel onion again.
But you sat in the tomato,
sparkly to the lettuces racing
through my legs,
to the nausea, to the pluralism.
So I stood outside my fruit,
feeling the condensation of my baskets
roll past my vegetable in the wind.
It was a friendly, dead reminder
that I still had to feed.
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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