Poetry from Brianna Dawn.

petals and parking lots

i woke up and unzipped myself from
the body bag – cold and heavy,
water hacked at my face like butcher knives
i pulled on slacks and ripped open a muffin —
… she arrives to work;
the way she pinches her lip between her teeth,
blinking — could i
there’s a parking lot in the back of my mind,
i go there sometimes,
thinking — couldn’t i
drumming my fingertips
across the steering wheel
fearing how much it’d kill me to exhale,
and accidentally slip —
so i inhale and inhale, yet still lose my
unsteady grip —
i’m tempted to count petals,
maybe a dime will be quicker to determine the street
i should take when driving home,
but i would feel like i cheated us out of something
that could possibly be — maybe?
you and me

Poem by Tiny Fawns for Daily Prompt: Tempted.

2 Responses to “petals and parking lots”

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

Basic HTML is allowed. Your email address will not be published.

Subscribe to this comment feed via RSS

%d bloggers like this: