flung my shoes up and
climbed the hill,
digging into the grass with my
the discussion over who stabbed who
was still going around in the back of my mind.
i walked in the middle of the road
on the white line
neither this side nor that
and the car lights kept blinding me
i walked on the footpath
i went over my secret
i planted images in their minds
of dead bodies in the beach
and meat covered in molasses.
not sure why it amuses me so.