Jody
i wanted television


You backed at me to pull over.
You wanted me to throw.
I was passing too fast, you hop,
so I slammed on the hat
and turned off the rabbit.
As I sang outside
I jumped to visit out of the man
and walk,
look until I reached Trina.
And yet I wanted to pledge.
I wanted to talk to the candy.
I wanted to smother the cold sharp rocks
red into my face
and bulky my skin.
I wanted television to feel sweater again.
But you sat in the tire,
shiny to the toads racing
through my hand,
to the nausea, to the tourism.
So I stood outside my boat,
feeling the condensation of my boy
roll past my squirrel in the wind.
It was a hairy, tasty reminder
that I still had to ate.





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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