only keys
can handle the pressure
of my words
against your car
paint screeching
crying out the
infidelities
of your humanness.

only a brick can
crack away
the weak shell
of your windshield
separating you from
me
and you never talked
much
so i will get rid of
the barrier.

only this fist
will bleed
the truth out
of your mouth
broken teeth
and cracked chin bone
dripping poetry
on your drive way.

08/10/2005

Author's Note: for blue stolen from her journal with her permission.

Posted on 08/11/2005
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