the wind grabs my hair and pulls me
I wander along the side of the road
the wind is urging me in this forward stagger
yet I swear I'm going backwards
the wind makes my clothes stick to my frame
I am so light and heavy I don't understand how it moves me
the wind urges me toward nothing
I came from nothing and that is where I go
the wind keeps me upright
I wish it would die out so I could sink to the curb
the wind won't let me fall and that's not necessarily good
the wind carries the voices
the wind teases me left and right yet always in this onward reversal
if only I could lie on the ground or in the road waiting
I just want to be hit by a car