it’s a very distinct crack
that makes things black
just for a moment until the smoke
from the airbag clears
it smells like an arsenal explosion
the state troopers will wave a pen in your face
and tell you that you’ve failed feild sobriety
but back at the station your
breath will prove otherwise
and you’ll feel like god won’t let
you in, like a bouncer at the door
of death, plush purple ropes off
the front and no matter how many
times you try the back door is locked
he says there’s something outside for you
but you’ll be dammned to find it
he’s there in the desert
but it might as well be your mind
all paths to voice recognition
shut off
you hate them for all they are
but also because you can’t
it’s not allowed
“we are your blood”
hook the tubes up for a transfusion
flush out the system
the blood has gone bad and
now it’s the wrong type
flush him all out and only god knows
“your family needs you”
not in death, no
this is not the way to do it
kicking and screaming refusal
invitation to a wake
not awake her body was a vessel
for something bigger then her
