What It Feels Like When I

i can be taken
by a stretching yellow meadow
a flickering shadow
a moon deep in the sky
over a farmer’s field
a fiddle and lap steel guitar
muggy nights
a flock of birds moving in unison
alongside a dirt road
as i fly by in my parent’s car
windows open,
thinking and feeling
heart exploding
into millions of little pieces.

Eject and Down for the Count

so i’m here now
and feeling irritated
about my buttons.

do i display them so candidly,
a reach and a touch
you simply strike
and there you have it?

on a ranking –
you fell low today
and i became shallow
with a consolation,
a piece of empathy;
you spun me tighter than before,
into the darkest
the grossest pits,
of the loveliest
most sunken part of you.