You Texted Me Drunk Last Night and I Woke Up to This Shit, Again

Again you throw yourself at my feet, like

a sickened thing, like a

drunk

.

[Why wouldn’t you see me? Unbelievable.

It was Christmas.]

Unbe 

fucking

lievable.

Again 

you throw me beneath your feet.

Like a wild thing, like the deer 

you taught me never to swerve from, because 

what’s inside the car 

is more important.

I know what your grief sounds like 

but I can’t hear it from so far away. 

It must 

echo

in the desert;

your skin makes hollows in your cheeks.

[You know what my pastor taught me? Always

hit the deer.]

I hallucinate headlights in your eyes. You crack

through the silence like lightning. 

The cab driver won’t stop asking what I think 

of his son’s GPA.

Wouldn’t you rather turn into oncoming traffic?

Put us both out of our misery.