Stained Taco Bell napkins crunch beneath my sprained ankles in the back of your truck
The snap crackle pop of the radio itching my ear your ***** holding together a Rice Krispie treat crushing my jaw
Too sweet for my mouth you hold my hair in place pulling and ripping your finger nails a pack of wild dogs fighting over a dying deer on my skull
The back of your mother's truck smells like cologne and portillos fries like the first day I met you
The sun setting through the trees
And the back window
Just enough light so that I can see the ash gray carpet and the gray ash from the spot on my skin you put your cigarette out on
The white spots beneath your nose I imagined they were tiny moons and you were just a werewolf tearing apart the man who used to be in the back of his mother's truck now whiskey sour the way mad men change under full moons
Stretching past an empty interstate road
I saw the sun set
And saw the sun set
And saw the sun set.