and as i tried to
close windows
in your head
i think i
instead
smashed them. open
doors torn off,
all my latches
left
unable to be used; twisted, maimed.
rainwater flooding
in; sewage mixed with (tears)
sweat.
that was an accident
i think
but i also think
i fell asleep at the
wheel
and that’s
manslaughter
so don’t imagine
you have to
clear my conscious
tonight.
instead YOU can
pretend we had a
good interaction
in the kitchen
at the party
even though you
didn’t make eye-contact
and i had
a panic (later)
attack in the
bathroom.
