Expletive.

Those 5 seconds

everyday

nearly kill me.

You know,

the ones where I

briefly want to 

disappear. 

They literally

just about

do

me

in. 

One time I was driving

and something in me 

wanted to ram

into a light pole.

But it turns out

I like concerts too much.

Sometimes, 

I just want to be drunk

or high.

Just once.

Just to see if it works.

Even though

I know it doesn't. 

Because in the end, 

I know I'll run 

into you again,

and have to pretend 

I didn't see you

and that everything 

is just f#*&!$g 

great.

Christina Sawyer (c) 2012