i drum my steering wheel to the beat
of the ambiguous radio tune
imagine, far away that it could harmonize
alongside your heart beat on my chest
go over the possibilities of how you'd
mix my morning coffee
passing it to me slowly in sure hands
hands that clench my wasting heart,
blackened by an afternoon cigarette
squeeze from me my every miscalculated mistake
swirling through my stomach thick, heavy, smoke,
dampened by my past and future,
weighed in my hot regrets
to shelter you, i must swallow my smoke
push it down into my core
one look- halted by your unfamiliar eyes-
stomps my efforts out with a smudge left behind
graphed and charted before you,
i unwillingly place my autobiography
left in your sure hands
post-its and neon arrows outline where i went awry
as beacons on a clear purple night, you can't ignore
no reason left to pry my scribbled pages from your
loose grip i sit calmly before you,
awaiting your response as you skim
through my life's malfunctions
not much left to give you, but sparing what i've salvaged
your taste keeps me waiting longer than usual,
lingering ,perhaps with the hopes that
maybe you could comfort a sad girl if i stayed
my darkest of demons seem ordinarily
evanescent in your curious eyes