Kick a rock into the creek --

an angel will tell you how to hike to the top of a cliff

and scream about being unable to own a chair on the porch.

The bus line is being defunded and the walk

has become more grueling. They say

that the train currently running through your house

has been turned to scrapyard junk.

Take the bolts from the rails

and tie a cloth to them.

See how far you can throw

while running from this nowhere town.

you're leaving on the next truck out

and I'm waiting for a text, idly hoping that you'd talk first.

I have to know if you are disappointed by me,

the lights are off and this body has long since cracked like stone.

There are a million things kept hidden

in a bleeding liver

"you show all the symptoms,

we just don't know what's wrong with you"

these tangled wires are ripping into muscle

the empty silence will follow,

even if I cracked entirely to an entropy of shards, would you

put me back together?

A blissful sleep awaits after murdering

the part of you

that would have forever remained apart of this place.

X has tagged you in a photo of two rats:

"This is so us!"

Bitterness is an ugly gun that shoves itself down

your throat into your stomach.

It threatens to pull the trigger like a barking dog

yet the bile, too, will spill and burn flesh.