there was a silence suddenly so heavy that
i could only imagine why the sky always says she's so lonely,
says, i'm so big no one person could truly love all of me
BABY you have a long way to go before we could
chalk out hopscotch squares in dusty pink on the grey concrete, she said,
you'd be scraping your bony knees all up in seconds and i don't own any bandaids, mainly because i don't believe in them,

i wish i could bottle what this is,
in the space between our bodies, i could
solve the energy crisis
// looking away from her is like refolding a road map,


but when i seatbelted into the car of my conscience that morning it was still so cold;; i was sending you frantic smoke signals with my exhale but your curtains were pulled shut eyes still closed warm under cover[s], // clumsy in gloves i reached for the lever to clean off the windshield,, clicked it twice down towards my knees && then fiddled with the dials but when i looked up from no good radio stations the fluid had frozen over // & then i was out of solutions / lighting a cigarette meant it wasn't ok anymore and // the first drag was heaven

driving halfway to midnight && parked up slow along the old covered bridge nothing sounding but crickets spit that girl into the river/// are you free now, are you free,

i want to go home

01/11/2004

Author's Note: iowa, iowa, iowa, iowa,,

Posted on 01/11/2004
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