mouthing absence
artificial vanilla

in a backseat cupholder
gas station coffee
spills over edges
of wax paper
the trace of burn clings
under fingernails
and brown-clear bubbles
down the front of a t-shirt

my arm on the windowsill
tightens with a burn
fingers twitch out
bent-neck words
to entrap the sun
tracing shapes in acrylic
down the backs of clouds

the wind-up wind
trickles lockpick fingers
through the door

i don't want to be here anymore