What It Feels Like When I

i can be taken
by a stretching yellow meadow
a flickering shadow
a moon deep in the sky
over a farmer’s field
a fiddle and lap steel guitar
muggy nights
a flock of birds moving in unison
alongside a dirt road
as i fly by in my parent’s car
windows open,
thinking and feeling
heart exploding
into millions of little pieces.

Could Use A Good Mercy Fight

me without emotional denial
a potential catastrophe
of no small sort.

Eject and Down for the Count

ok
so i’m here now
and feeling irritated
about my buttons.

do i display them so candidly,
a reach and a touch
you simply strike
and there you have it?

on a ranking -
you fell low today
and i became shallow
with a consolation,
a piece of empathy;
you spun me tighter than before,
into the darkest
the grossest pits,
of the loveliest
most sunken part of you.