this was a wing.
and this a leg.
an antenna.
a thorax.
we left our friend on the side of the road.
he wandered off into the woods.
refused to get back in the car.
so we left -
he dared us.
climbed out the windows
and did not waste a drop.
our heads were magnified until they lost all recognizable qualities. we spilled out of empty bottles onto empty lanes and for a second nothing smelled terrible.
at 90 miles per hour the fleas flew off us,
should've taken the pets.
laughed at the cops but still kept our heads inside with every new curve,
just in case;
no glory in getting caught.
and where were you, where were you?
restlessly condemning our activities,
not even aware of what they were,
knowing only that you would not approve.
look closer,
it's all divided evenly.
-twelve doors
