Under the tires,
concrete penetrates me

like seeds, my blood a fertilizer

is this how pine trees are
grown? forests on the side of the road?
every particle of earth is taken

from a sad girl’s soul
and I donate mine to the highest bidder

may it be the 18 wheeler
may it be a rifle
may it be the noose, its chainlinks

or all three.
I am to be part of  the atmosphere

condensation, an angry girl’s
rain.