glittering snow blanketing road ****
sit in front of the television
lick the cable static
it’s cold
you’re under my finger nails along with pill dust
you told me not to name the trapped wasps in between the windows
but i did it anyway
I gave myself stitches so you wouldn’t have to drive me to the hospital
my DNA would have leaked all over your car seats
I’m sorry I’m a cigarette burn in your clothes
I’m sorry ambulance sirens are my lulls