I said two tea drinkers in the middle of the road
& I lied it was actually me on the curb staring
at roadkill the size and shape of a dried plum.
agony was kind of like meditation & up on the tarmac
a heart beats to the tune of a carburetor
keeps asking me what I’ve seen for me to be this
scared all the time & I don’t know whose heart it is
& I don’t know whose heart it is.
Max Natalna is a queer and trans writer based in Queens. He likes dragonflies and the color green. It can be found on twitter @maxnatalna.