munted

I drive cars with expired tags

because I want to feel dangerous to someone

I want to have emotional sway

my car is dirty between rains

because I am not a faded photograph

of a shirtless nothing man spraying

a metal behemoth with city water

from a rubber hose

there was a boy in the sixth grade

who bragged about his pirated video games

two words: pie-rated

he bragged about them

women seem to like me 

until they have to spend time with me

this is pattern, this is shape

this is life lately

there's a crow that made its nest

on a branch outside my window

and it cries in the mornings

I have a scar across my left thigh

I thumb it to make myself feel something

the nerves were severed

blade was too sharp

there was blood, I gasped

the scar is purple and smiling

the scar is a Nazca line in my leg hair

I cut myself with a new razor & missed the artery

sometimes I regret that

when I was twelve I swam to a cluster of rocks

at Orange Beach with my cousin

the tide came and stranded us and

the coast guard rescued us and

we waved to the people watching from the beach

there's a crow outside my window.

Reviews

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

This is a very dark piece of writing. It is very well written and was fascinated by the journey it took me on. It left me wanting to know more about the character. Thank you for sharing this work.