somebody, quick!

pinch me,
call me,
talk to me,
see me,
kiss me,
curse me,
feed me,
bathe me,
fuck me,
flip me off,
for god’s sake

I can’t tell
if I survived
that last

collision

i thought we were making a left turn

but you made a u-turn instead

you turned, you turned, you turned

away from me

i was a passenger / but i was not riding shotgun

i wore no restraint / i was suddenly ejected

/am i a ghost/

or

am i behind the wheel,

am i under them

am i disembodied

am i looking down from above

am i gazing in from the periphery

49 days, what the fuck?!