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Cars in My Veins
by Elaine Body
I’ve been trying to stuff cars into my veins
Trying on the feeling of go go go
We’re supposed to play in the movement
In the go go go
I’m supposed to be moving
Right?
But whoosh never fit my body well
I’ve only worn pieces of the moon
And I know the meaning of stones
My hands have held stones
I know what they mean
I know
I’m captivated by the color blue
People might call it stubborn and bolted down
But I find it moves quicker than you
It’s just harder to see the waves
And you
May find it switched places with a wallflower
But it knows how to be loud
She says she can picture me
Moving inside a tank of metal
Inside a Mercedes station wagon 300TD
But I’m not scared for my insides
What some think of as the softer parts of me
They are not the softest parts
Of me
I hold onto memories
The way some hold onto 24kt gold
But money is just paper
And there are warmer things
Than what you can burn
And sometimes the best moments
Are unmoving and still
Sitting inside of a car listening to music
With someone who shares your brain
And doesn’t just hear the words
But listens
I can’t fit cars in my veins
Cars in My Veins
by Elaine Body
I’ve been trying to stuff cars into my veins
Trying on the feeling of go go go
We’re supposed to play in the movement
In the go go go
I’m supposed to be moving
Right?
But whoosh never fit my body well
I’ve only worn pieces of the moon
And I know the meaning of stones
My hands have held stones
I know what they mean
I know
I’m captivated by the color blue
People might call it stubborn and bolted down
But I find it moves quicker than you
It’s just harder to see the waves
And you
May find it switched places with a wallflower
But it knows how to be loud
She says she can picture me
Moving inside a tank of metal
Inside a Mercedes station wagon 300TD
But I’m not scared for my insides
What some think of as the softer parts of me
They are not the softest parts
Of me
I hold onto memories
The way some hold onto 24kt gold
But money is just paper
And there are warmer things
Than what you can burn
And sometimes the best moments
Are unmoving and still
Sitting inside of a car listening to music
With someone who shares your brain
And doesn’t just hear the words
But listens
I can’t fit cars in my veins
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