When the asphalt sucks in the sun
your feet yellowed and calloused
Where do we go?
Body pressed to the cold linoleum
Seeking, seeking, seeking
something has to reach
equilibrium
somewhere along the line
Where the lines come down
and the dam breaks down
and you're gushing saltwater and blood
and your knees are all sanded down
from begging, begging, begging
And you give me your thanks
with unending politeness
All the doors open to catch
every
word
I
say
Look up, suspended for
One ephemeral second
Transient like taillights,
illuminating, turning, fading.
I know where you are
I'm sorry for all
that red
where I tied your legs to arms
and arms to galvanised metal bars
where did all the sunrise go
all the heat bleeding together
sweltering, choking, enclosing?
When we leave a small town
running, running, running
laughing
and the trains are rushing
clicking by
like animals as we watch
from our places nestled between headstones
where do we go next?
where the bus bends
where the
signs lay half covered by the
dry, dry dirt, waiting
I never meant this
Tell me to cut the yellow rope
from your ankles
and comfort me
Tell me to love you
and I won't try
but maybe I'll lie to you
maybe
I'll sit with you and meld into
the leather and the weathered dashboard
I'll pass you your cigarettes
from the glove box
I'll become you
Every time your skin gets
thinner
redder
applaud me
with that edge of
fear, pain, and manners all
choked over with tears
I know where you are
I know where I am
I hate to sound apathetic, but
your blood clots
and the scar tissue becomes
customary
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