i do not make sense anymore. maybe it's just the circular motion of earth and the song playing on the uber's radio. he asks about my health while his teeth decay between the cigar he is wasting his breath on. i close my eyes and the archaic constellations behind my cornea makes more sense than the question asked. we're just two dumb people sharing the same ride. he doesn't care. i open my eyes and see the moon pouring dead maggots and rotting worms into my retina and breaking my lungs til I'm nothing but an answer to his question.
do not answer , i don't have to.
he shakes his head and rubs his eyes with his old , wanly wrinkled lived fingers and sings a song that my mother used to sing after my red eyes couldn't stop seeing anything but the punches and comments i used to witness at school. my eye turns red. i dug my nails into my palm til my skin make friends with my nails. i tug at my sweatshirt that i bought years ago. i do not make sense anymore. i am fine , i say. he sings more. i weep til im nothing but the answer to his question.
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