I can’t hear anyone at all
I think I went deaf
but I still hear the door slamming
and the harsh screams telling me to wake up
I see lips moving, but no words come out
I hear machines beeping, but everything stays the same

late at night I wonder where you went
and why you had to leave
you must be so happy now,
in your wondrous place without me

but slowly, I’m losing sense of who you are
I can’t move my arms
or feel the tips of my fingers
my throat is closing
my thoughts become scattered
and I can’t remember where I am
--at least now the beeping is softer

I can’t hear myself at all
I guess that I must have left, too

i am a Spidey red Pontiac
the ceiling is falling in and the doors are broken
(that you pry open anyway
but only because i want you to)

you ask me with your eyelashes
why i don't put thumbtacks into the parts of me that droop and sag along the interior

and the heater whines softly,
smoke spilling in from a mangled motor
because i ask myself the same question

we are cramped, you and i
the stuffing seeping out of the back seat,
the mangled box spring hearts dangling from our chests like metal slinkies that can't find the floor
because we've swallowed one too many books
and seen each other barefoot once too few
but we are happy, you and i
we find amusement in red sweaters and pull Pokemon from Abe's old hat

i wouldn't pass the safety inspection for your soul
(but you drive me anyway)