thoughts pour
spill from their borders
swarm their predestined portion
"and I make them wait."
memory crawls my throat
makes itself known on my tongue
climbs into the labyrinth of my ears
bursts through the drum
and it is gone
I am not a child
all the cars slow
to a rolling stop
where I lay,
fine-combing the dirt with my lashes
I've done it again
erected the edifice of my life
on the air from her lips
and when her gusts are wild,
I wish I was never born
but I am not a child
wheels appulse on the tar
inches from my tender head
I don't want to go home
I don't