he must whisper love songs when he stops short at red lights—

driving illegally and always thinking of me

(just another superficial beauty—we're perfect)

the people across the street come home too late to be alive

and i'm shocked because i'm just settling into sleep

(i wake up to flashing lights—

always scared it's death come to call)

the songs are too loud even on mute and i whisper fuck you

to the boy i didn't call and i can see pictures but they're never

quite dreams—my eyelids flutter and i'm awake again

(he must whisper love songs when he thinks of me)