i found lightshiftedtangledlaying beneath your headlightbroken and laughing with walnut sized fists.breathing in the exhaust fumesrolling in the powdered dirt.announcing its engagement to death.and oh how happy the eventual would be.kneeling. kneeling.i was contempt when you met me.sitting alone on an eighty year old porch that felt younger than anything or anyone i had ever been.clear eyes.go death go.out from under us so we can live and breathe and remember sunlight.all you do is sleep in the dark now.all you do is feel for your thoughts now.look away.look away.look away.this reconciliationyou’re demanding participation.threading fear, thatching wonder.dreams of nothing.and the no one you would become. sitting on the porch acknowledging as the elders walk by.you have nothing, were nothing.no belong, you.
