I hear you speak
way back when
but your lips
never move

the street lights dim
behind the glass
and the tires scream
beneath us

you see me
but I can’t tell
if you’re looking at me
or through me

because the lights
get eaten up
in your eyes

I can’t breathe
the world is so small
and my head is too heavy
and my heart is still

I sing
and you turn on the radio

black white noise
like your mouth.
~ a.h.