Grace

​In Harvard Square
we drink beer
and whiskey
I wander
in&out of my own
special realm
 
I have music
that shoves a nasty spike
into the veins of life
 
She loses her shoes
All night she walks
around without shoes
 
The two of them flirt
at the back of the train
I tell the girl
to come to New York City
with me and my friend
next weekend
 
She’s younger than me
by a few years
I think I’m in love
with this new face
or maybe
she tells me no
I say whatever
I’ll find someone else
to go
 
The two of them are still
at the back of the train
flirting like this
is the best place to be
 
I forget this girl
I can’t remember her name
The train shudders
I swagger to the exit
 
Step down and fall
through the ground
I see through the void
the train driver
staring down at me
 
The doors shut and all
the passengers watch
as I lie there mangled
 
I pull myself up
too sick to cry
 
The next morning I feel
so much pain
like my skin had been
torn off
and what’s left is blood
& bones
 
my veins pumping
on overdrive