The Summer We Crashed The Car
by jeremyeckl
Well, not we
But you alone delayed
Those blurry red lines
That poured from
An officers light.
He pulled you from the grave
In the way
You pulled those stones
From the ground,
Pillbugs and all,
To call them boys
And count their fingertips.
Each had ten
While you had twelve
After the crash.
The car wrapped around the sharpest
Pole you could reach
(The car wrapped around,
Twisted like a cobra,
With poisonous barbs ready at will)
and spit you out towards the top.
You slowly slid down
Peg by peg, full with splinters,
Then the officer came
And let down his hair
To weave into yours.
After we went camping
The forest swallowed you whole
And the belly of the world
Was swollen with guilt.
After we went exploring
You swallowed your tongue
And your belly was swollen
With rage and your
Breasts with milk and metal.
It was the wild
(About which you had forgotten)
Which drove you to madness
And
It was the madness
That drove you to
Crash the car
Once before
And though I hope otherwise
We fear it will drive you
To crash again.
Well, not we
But I still fear for you.