eggs
i burned my eggs this morning, badly. smoke hangs on the air like a worry. i'm scared to look at you; you do not look at me. i tried not to but i dreamed of the road again, in the night; it has been weighing on my mind. in my dream i could not move. my feet were planted firmly in the asphalt. you were there, standing to the side in your worn out coat screaming words i could not hear as the headlights bore down; you screamed at me but would not move to save me and you were the car and you were the driver and you were the pavement that caught me. i do not remember ever being so afraid. i fear this stillness, too, this stagnant air this pregnant silence at the breakfast table this growing tension in my chest: i love you in the end i will leave you. i love you you will not ask me to stay.


Yes. Wow. This makes my heart go all squishy.
wow.