Shoe Laces
Shit is hitting the fan can you tell me why this is happening snapping into place for everyone else while I’m all riled upside down and inside out the door and it slams behind her insides a blur of emotions and memories whirling hurling because of the morning sickness thickest fog I’ve ever seen and I’m not on the road goaded me on and on until I started to yell bells and whistles went off in my head dread fed up with this job I quit flit split up and I don’t know if she’ll keep the baby maybe the car will be out of the shop today hooray I have no job and the bills have come undone I’m a mess without you blue rue this mechanic and his incompetence conference call with my sister and brother my mother is crying dying of cancer and they can’t save him grim slim odds my father may come out alive drive my own car scarred by the fact that you’re giving him up for adoption the only option is aggressive radiation degradation graduation around the corner coroners office to gather his things swing outside the house we grew up is hiding behind a for sale sign the child is mine but she’s giving it up living this down into the ground the casket basket case I’ve failed all of my classes glasses boxed up and put into the truck out of luck the car is fucked just sell it to the junk yard back yard where I used to play is filled with unfamiliar faces I’m in no ones good graces and even my shoe laces have started to come untied
