backseat driving under the influence
whiskey sleeping in her brown paper nightgown
cheap glass undergarments tucked into gut pocket
my mattress a plot of dead cigarettes. every
conversation complemented by exhaust
too high to remember you tried to ground me
only the lighter.s twitch the grind into me.
i.m sorry for being such an unstable barstool
such an empty cliché. a phantom shoulder begging
you to lean into me on your drunk walks home
only to kiss dirt.
but you should have known.
remember you found my grey matter in the gutter.
remember i complimented your ass before we ever met.
how i was looking for a pulse in anything with a dick.
how i would crash my carbon into any lonely element.
it is a miracle you found me
in the wreckage and that you stuck
around through all the paperwork.
this road.s been paved in guardrails
since before you claimed my highway
and breathalyzers never tell the truth
i hope these past ten months
haven.t strained your neck too much
as you crane it passing my accident