i sawed off
both my legs to fall
in love with these
crutches, i was
handicapped like my
halogen dreamshaunting a highwayalight
under two
headlights chasing
the marked lanes of
a
perforated destinyhalf-torn by the swivel
of her free,
unhinging slapsover a thousand faces of my
historyhalfway between now and the
tightly trusted futuresleeping in the back seat, i was,
swallowed by signs of
indifference, already,
flashing like red beacons and screaming
like
soft sirens breaking
the
rhythm of a
deeply breathing night.