had anyone warned me, i might’ve just stayed in bed

I am sitting alone in the insect-humming dark of the back porch, stars stranded high above, satellites blinking past, drinking wine that isn’t helping. Because.

Because, because, because, because, because …

Because some days it’s like you’re standing all at once naked in the high roadside weeds, one thumb up and the other hand down, failing to disguise that part of your fate that plant bristles and clinging briars allow, trying to hitchhike the hell up on out of this withering patch of nowhere, when the line of cars bearing down in your direction slows, each to a crawl, alongside you, windows open, the sucking sound of angry yahoos on the outlier-edge of satellite radio decrying the decline of everything holy, and the front passenger in each passing vehicle, always the very same person, with no visible mouth or eyes, reaches out and quietly, perfectly, slaps the ever-loving fuck out of you. 

Some days.

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