roadkill

a poem. despite it all, about hope.

I ran from it

until it ran me over

I am bruised like berry-blood shapes of

softness,

like what it means to love this much

I am black, blue and violent violet

and I pray you are not looking

today,

I sit with it on rock bottom,

you have gone somewhere I cannot touch

today,

I have met joy

and have no hands to hold it

today,

my tears fall into the dishwater,

time moves faster than I have legs to run

with

and i pray you are not looking

how many times can I clip my wings

and grow them back? /as long as I love the

sun/ forever/ I love you

today,

I am roadkill

stretched out over two lanes

with a broken heart that’s

barely beating

today,

I am scraping myself together

again