Maybe you know the feeling- maybe it's with a boy
or not a boy. You're alone and then something
roars past and suddenly you can't get out of here,
and the roof is burning, or the floor is opening
and you can't get out of here. You are crying
over that mistake that didn't feel hideous until
you were already burned. The one where you
didn't turn away fast enough. The radio is on
somewhere and nobody is listening, and in your head,
a bicycle gets stolen from behind someone's shed,
and it's halloween, and he's kissing you in the dark,
and dragging you to that lake, back home, and now
you are laughing, trying to understand, and trying
to figure out why you thought you could understand,
and this is stupid, this is so so stupid, and it's
the roman empire, and the northern lights, and
and it's the ship that finally made it across
the widest of oceans, and it's so far beyond you.
