Shut up and drive
The negation of the negation takes up space;
you ask what’s wrong but I never know.
And realize it’s been five
years of roadkill and I95
spinning CDs that skip over
her favorite track—
it goes again and you
think back to that night,
dilated pupils, concussed-theorizing—
ultravirus burn-core particles infect the judgment of god
Snow is falling in Brooklyn
Boys speaking Spanish cry by the Gowanus;
runny nose and I’m close again.
Messaging the infinite,
asking for cash back.
How many times have I been here before?
Wondering if substitution
ever reaches the origin.
Addicted to this feeling,
mitochondria eat your television.
You will have nothing and enjoy it.
