i think it's heartburn.

there's a knotting in my chest,
and i can still feel you in my ribs.
my lips are tingling, now,
as i wake up from the dream of us.

things are different,
they always are, but
today, as the rain falls,
i can see truth in the stoplights.
my turn signal ignites in flourescent wonder,
and i am lost in the on coming traffic.

everything is standing still
while we pass the sign that says"roadblock."
and i wonder, to myself, and the crabs that line the borders,
whether or not i am swimming in the puddles
or drowning in the cement.

you smile and laugh,
once again content.
we are holding hands as we speed by
an ex girlfriend.

what's her name, you ask,
i reply with something monotone.
all i remeber is the one night stand
and the phone call i never made.

but here, in the construction,
we're able to look past ourselves,
here, in the detour,
we find our way home.

09/02/2003

Author's Note: under construction. hardcore.

Posted on 09/03/2003
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