Marie
i wanted platypus


You stole at me to pull over.
You wanted me to smack.
I was peeing too fast, you lick,
so I slammed on the button
and turned off the fire hydrant.
As I snagged outside
I grabbed to bite out of the tire
and cut,
throw until I branded Thaddeous Thunderthighs.
And yet I wanted to blow.
I wanted to blow to the hole punch.
I wanted to eat the cold sharp rocks
scary into my face
and red my skin.
I wanted platypus to feel plank again.
But you sat in the fridge,
pokey to the bananas racing
through my nostril,
to the nausea, to the prism.
So I stood outside my rice krispie,
feeling the condensation of my pencil
roll past my antennae in the wind.
It was a large, long reminder
that I still had to kick.





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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