In The Backseat

Sorry it’s a mess
You can throw all that in the backseat with the rest
Of the evidence
& the ghosts of the backseat

There’s a wig left over from Halloween
Parking tickets
Unread magazines
& a collar from a dog that’s not mine anymore

In the backseat tonight

Time slips from work
Cans of La Croix
7 empty packs of diet cigarettes
A lot of my stains & yr stains & her stains & our stains

Pair of white sneakers a half size too small
Used books of matches
2 tabs of 3-year-old acid
& a wet bathing suit in a ziplock bag
So the mold doesn’t travel

To the backseat tonight

A self-help book I bought for someone else
& a 10 page letter I could’ve written myself
About what a sick motherfucker I am

A Sonny Rollins CD in a Bryan Ferry case
Breast cancer awareness hot pink keychain mace
That I bought for her
But I keep now

In the backseat tonight

Expired registration
A polaroid from high school of me & Adam
& a girl we were in love with

A box filled with clothes for Good Will
I tried to sell to the girls at Squaresville
But they want Fall designer clothes
Hey man
It makes me feel like a saint or a least not myself

In the backseat again

There must be something of hers she forgot to take
Her chapstick
A sock
Her hair ties
Her bobby pins
Whatever it is
don’t throw it out
Just throw it in the backseat

I pulled over and slept in the backseat
I went off my meds in the backseat
I drive much better from the backseat
I get carsick in the backseat
I went down on her in the backseat
I OD’d in the backseat
The things we lose carry so much weight
Everything I lost takes up so much space

In the backseat tonight