Stole her car and her pills
taped a note to the tv
said “I’m sorry. I can’t live like this anymore.”
Drove as far as I could
far as the tank would take me
Left it parked at a church
another note with the keys on the dash
“Give it to somebody who needs it.
Give it to somebody who needs.”
Put my thumb out in the air
called myself Sal Paradise
lost and looking out for love
couldn’t find it anywhere
Instead a man picked me up
18 wheels on his truck
He said “I’m going far as Freeport.”
I said “that sounds right to me.”
I took the battery from my cell phone
threw them both out the window
He let me out at the bus stop
just like in the movies
on the corner was a cop
I could tell he was angry
I felt just the same
lost soul born to bury
underneath a shy smile
every grief like a body
Find the seam (you won’t)
Search for the clearest cut(you won’t)
Mine for a vein to start(you won’t)
Drill straight for the heart
it happened eventually/they saw the back of my ID
designated for the day as if just to say
“Give them to somebody who needs them.
Give them to somebody who needs.
Give them to somebody who needs them…that is no longer me.”
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