i cry during Bambi
you cried in your car after your high school girlfriend tried to come on to you

you and i--
we wouldn't, but--
tonight
or tomorrow
or the next day
we could give ourselves away

we could shoot white deer together in the mountains without a license
the blood from their heads would make cherry snow cones in the powder
and we would have fun savoring the flavor
watching something innocent die

but how would we feel the moment it was over?

My body can't take the damage-
millions of drops of acid rain
are drowning the light in my brain;
My doctor gave me a bottle of pills
to help water the flowers you killed,
but I think a professional like him should know
that even weeds need sunlight to grow;
I had a garden growing inside of me
what else does it take to be happy?