i've fallen in love with
(archetypes, and flowers.
lipstick, skirts and shoes.
memories of past love,
those shooting-star feelings.
eyes, lips, high cheekbones.
holding hands
and walking
and sitting
and everything
but) you.

gulping chug-of-engine
jerks my body down the street.
defeated, i woke up late
to pawn it off (your diamond ring.)
he's got my head unless i cash in...
tonight was the night.

"sorry."
i've got a new love, baby.
it's in my brain-
right now, and i'm rolling, rolling again.
powdered gasoline powers me down the highway,
and i think i'm free
for these seconds-

smashed glass.
which way is up?
tonight was the night,
or so i thought
i was free.