Monday, 26 September 2016


Only I, me
not you
and words

behind the door, he feels me up
then lets us go
Only me, not her
But I felt bad for her mom
and cried at her funeral

Now she's just a yardstick
in a senseless dream
but that was real
the girl in the back seat
who I won't appease
she annoys me

Only me, not her
Car wrecked, invisible
mother screaming
under the weight
in an empty landscape

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