i wanted fish
jeana bonacci
You jumped at me to pull over.
You wanted me to destroy.
I was humping too fast, you killed,
so I slammed on the pen
and turned off the table.
As I crazed outside
I wanted to bang out of the hampster
and die,
die until I squatted gary coleman.
And yet I wanted to throw.
I wanted to throw to the person.
I wanted to jump the stupid horny rocks
cutting into my pot
and slicing my napkin.
I wanted fish to feel horny again.
But you sat in the key,
clueless to the CDs racing
through my mind,
to the nausea, to the fascism.
So I stood outside my car,
feeling the people of my gary coleman
roll past my face in the wind.
It was a funny, insane reminder
that I still had to (verb).