you taste like 21 (and I can't afford to quit)

summer sun and car engine
sex drives;
fermented potatoes -
breathing in the fumes,
praying; not for release
but for something a little
stronger.

(and let's be honest
every-
thing
has led to
every
moment)
so we are not unique,
or meant to be,
just another tangential
collision,
one more pin on a web
of millions.

cauterize my eyes and
become another secondary,
another memory:
(I
am
not
a hero)
just a couple of scrawled letters
on your dresser drawer -


so just
give me something stronger
(than this).