I think I'd drive off this bridge
if the walls weren't made of concrete
they are sturdy and unmoving
the opposite of mine
my neon sign flashes through the night
all hours
O-P-E-N
over and over and over again
I tear myself apart
I leave a Y shaped incision on my chest reaching down to my stomach
and I am waiting for someone to stich it closed
and I'm growing impatient
waiting and waiting and waiting still