Greasy hair and a thrift store shirt
by Tanner Ballengee
Here’s a synonym for guilty:
‘everything looks like a cop car.’
But they won’t catch me
with my guts in my lap
in a car or in front of a screen.
I smoke a cigarette in the rain
until the flame touches
the tip of its wings—
throw it to the ground
and wait for some more coupons
to come in the mail.
I swear on this last one
that the old me won’t return,
but ^H