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. 

 

 

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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.