i drove over the bridge today and i felt above it all
high
and i think of you
you know i am afraid of heights
and driving over the bridge helps me
feel temporary
like loving you--
one wrong reflex after another.
i'm driving high and i feel you there
somewhere
sometimes my body tingles
and i wonder if you're thinking of me then
the places you touched
my body is a wasteland
nuclear test sites scattered across my skin
reminds me i am made for just that
destruction
you're moving to west virginia
i wanted to beg you to be careful
take care of yourself
love yourself like your mother should have
but didn't
i loved you enough for the both of us
i think of you too often
and too much is never enough
but that was always the case
wasn't it?