You talk too much, don’t you?
You talk as though you’re afraid
if you ever stopped talking people would forget
you’re standing in the room.
You kiss with your eyes open,
you won’t talk to a stranger
or you’d fuck a stranger for a high-five.
You grip the steering wheel too tight,
hold on like you’re afraid the car will go on
to some more important destination without you.
You’ve lived most of your life like you’re dying,
dying for a better life to rescue you and plant
trilliums in your hair but it never showed up."