snowday

 
i wanted to cry
i bit my lip and drove

every five minutes i'd stare down the gas gauge
could hear a ticking like
i'd been resting my head on a clock

i watched it drop
every five minutes
every five minutes

every five minutes

every five minutes

i bit my lip and drove

cracked the window
lit one
swerved
smoked some
had to embrace the cold
white knuckles bleeding finger bitten toes

if you've been bitten slowly you know
that it's only so tantalizing before it's painful

and i embraced the cold
telling myself "it's only the weather
you are not a cold person"

but it was late and i was lost and was sobbing quietly
bleeding slowly being bitten

pretending if the ride was smooth enough
i could not be shaking

i know i was shaking
i had been shook

by you

by something much bigger than you

like when i kissed you i heard a million clocks ticking in your head

and the tick and the drop and the bite

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