Roadkill

its heartbreaking and peculiar to talk to you now
with our history in mind - how we slept, breath and knees
touching and how they gossipped from the

floors above and beneath and across the country
but i never really cared too much; id have ridden a thousand trains
next to two thousand strange girls past tiny towns away

from obligations just to fly around your city on a too-tall bicycle.
i'll never know if it was love or in-love or fascination

with sameness and boys that are perfectly imperfect
and have no interest in me but i was only half kidding

when i said you should give me away because
really, it almost seems appropriate.