sufocatingly hot again without
warning
and i spend
too much time in my car
at the edge of this parking lot
reading names from the book of
overdoses
i wake up always in the
memory of a burning house
look around you
the land here has risen up
only to fall back on itself
the roads are lies and i have been
believing them for too long
i can’t explain it any better than
this
i was never promised anything
but still feel cheated when the
blood i taste
is my own
and so i turn against my wife and
son
i walk from room to room in
an empty house
and there is a sound the phone
makes
when it doesn’t ring
and there is no way to measure
silence
there is no way
to lash out against it
it’s a simple mistake equating
nothingness with god
