i caught myself driving slowly today.

in my little world of nightmares and rapists bills and blowouts on 695 chairs and bruises keyboards too heavy for the stairs i find myself staring into snake tanks and standing on stages wanting only to be held from behind until the shaking stops and even then no need to see you to know you're there no need to see me to know i'm smiling no need to wonder if you and i will wake up the same or if somehow through the night our story had been rewritten in a dream no need to pull straw wrappers break bones or wish on clocks ever again this is what i want today. to trust. but maybe tomorrow.