[ you should have told me i was unhappy sooner ]
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you told me one day
long before the sun had set
in your eyelids
before the nighttime had
staked its claim right
into the tender place
right above your stomach.
you told me
to fight you
as big as i could
if i saw you a real boy
turned into wood.
until my fists were
bloodied stumps
like the tree your
mama axed down
in the temple of your head
would i fight you.
until my eyes has popped
out of their sockets
like the hole your daddy dug
to heap dirt onto your dinner plate
you hated the worms that
would crawl back up your throat
but the knife your daddy lodged
underneath the first six layers
of your skin
prodded at the seventh
and you swallowed them back down.
i had called you love yesterday.
i had your fingernails
underneath mine.
like the worms
i had fought you back down.
like the tree your mama
had planted then
ripped out your skull
i had ripped the roots of my heart from the seven layers of skin
i had once found
an invitation to find my place
in your world.
"go"
you told me to go
"slow"
i was driving too fast
for you so you said
"stop"
and i rolled out the backseat
onto the deserted highway somewhere in california
and i rode my own two feet
back to a home i
should never have left.
i hope the girl in the front
raven
and baby blue-eyed.
sugar love lips,
salt yellowed tongue
and her rubber dull taste.
i hope she travels with you
shorter than i did.
YOU ARE READING
rolling in our graves
Historia Corta"backseat driver, baby. i ain't letting go." his eyes were papercut in the limelight, but she wasn't about to let that gaze fade. she laughed, "then it's gonna be one hell of a drive."
