And let the sun cook you like a ham sandwich
Swallow the salty water of temptation
Gag on your fingertips
And cry endlessly for salvation like a feral cat in the night
Kiss the moon, and cut the sky
Roll your car over at eighty miles per hour
Laughing and crying but laughing

The only part of my day
That I look forward to
Is when I go to bed
And lay there making up scenarios
In my head.

I think of comebacks
To 8th grade bullies.
I think of witty retorts
To my mother's snide comments.
I think of intelligent things to add
To conversations I had months ago.

I think of all the things
I was too scared to say.

And in my mind
I say them.
And pretend how things would be different
If only I had the courage to speak.