running like the sweat will

wash away the sins of last night,

sprinting to race the cars

like i can make my anger theirs.

feet pounding on asphalt

to the bass lines emptying into air.

and i'm running like the sweat will

make the tears invisible.

-

heat rises and i'm

getting colder with time

while eyes follow my

smoking steps with

admiration: dirty sex in

the way my muscles tense

fast, fast, faster than them.

-

strength wrapped in a summer

tan, sand flying into smooth skin,

i'm running like the sweat

will empty me of the shots,

the kisses, the smoke:

the blood i think i'm going

to be throwing up later.

-

i (be)lie(ved) with you,

thought God would shudder

down and save us together,

but by midnight we were passed out.

-

by now i'll be running like the sweat will

wash away the sins of last night,

sprinting to race the cars

so they can have your anger: rejection.

feet pounding on the asphalt,

you must be pounding on the walls.

and i'm running like the sweat will

make the tears invisible.

running like i can find you again.