day 364

i am moving i am moving

can you see me?

i

am

spinning.

we were so frightened we shook and

there was salt left in my blood-

headlights broke the rain, fingernails

through flesh,

band of fucking horses in the

upside-down

cars

and i had never been colorful,

couldn't be colorful

before this.

i was only left asking

if

i was ready

or if i

could have tried harder

or when exactly did

the branches

break

through the glass and

were there survivors?

(i paid for the roots in pennies)

and now, i keep my hands in the flames

because i

like

the

memories