phoebe song

my playlist ran out on the radio

so it's just the phoebes singing in the citrus trees now

it's the whooshing sound
of passing cars

the world coming alive all around me

i'm sitting in my car
drunk and unemployed
waiting for the sun

it might as well be a firing squad

i have this tension in my stomach
swirling around
like the storm in jupiter's eye

and i feel so invisible

i feel alone

i don't want to die
but sometimes 

i think it would just make sense

sovereign

sovereign stance

absorbs the orange waning
of a butane star

i call it a
collis isthmus

i can feel the meat forming around my eyes
becoming a face

one that i have never seen

infinity
in the hair i push past her ear

mars ascending
through a crack in the skin

and it is red

and i knew that it would be