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.