i blew the speakers out of the
2024 toyota rav4 that i
let you trick me into buying. there is
now a slight humming sound
that escapes the sound
system in a way that reminds me of your
not so sunny disposition.
it reverberates in the stillness of my
new apartment. i hear it inside my
head. i watch it loop around. i see a blinking light at the end of the tunnel, it’s green and it’s still in memory,
ready for playback. i don’t stop at mcdonald’s for fries anymore.

now i drive my car in silence.

my brother thinks i write poems about
killing john lennon. the truth is it would
be much nicer if the obsession had died by someone else’s hand. instead i write
about how

there’s something ceremonial about cleaning up a blood spill.

i know lady macbeth weeps
somewhere holding chekhov’s gun.
and you can only scrub until
the discoloration is dissolved, but
what if you don’t know how to get this type of invisible stain lifted
from my threads?

please let me know when you figure it out.