– Riding in Cars with Boys –
My sense of love and lusting
is so often interconnected
with my need to react and rebel.
I grasp too tightly to the image,
rather than the truth that I should see;
Time spent in cigarettes and coffee,
in the back rooms of after hours bars,
in the backseat of his classic sports car.
I wish that I could live forever
on the thrill of him,
on the rush of adrenaline,
that I could feed off the speed,
feed off the very act of living,
feeling like I could never fall
as long as I am in his arms.