hot so it doesn't cool but make you hotter
and i think i hear your voice
growing out of footsteps and magic marker drawings
yesterday i thought i heard you on the radio
and in panic of my own guilt and pleasure
i froze
seven soundtracks are playing across the room
it is tomorrow and before
and under covers and sheets there are shadows
they only get there because of where we placed things
the sun
an ecstasy
a coconut donut
yesterday i was standing in the middle of this freeway
i was wearing my girl shoes
shoes that could kick your ass
and sometimes traffic stopped
and sometimes it didn't
the heat had gotten to people too much
the places they had to be
fear
doesn't wait for me on a freeway
turning black from suntan and exhaust
suffocating
under a torrent of this and that
as kids we used to play chicken in the middle of the road
follow step by step by white and yellow line
sometimes motorcycles wait under bridges when it rains
twice i have stopped
waiting on the side of the highway
staring into oblivion you can't really even watch
and raindrops like big red tomatoes
so it makes me realize that
sometimes when it is quiet
sometimes when i watch the silver filament of lightening
sometimes in my sleep
i tell you
it is inside these quiet places that i scream
waiting in the rain in my car under a bridge
covered inside the carwash
or playing chicken
in the middle of the freeway
