chasing your tread marks

you chase the rooster in circles. clutching tail feathers and coughing out meal worms. i beg you to stop. 'the fire is too tight' i tell you because you told fire he could hold me. my mouth hangs crooked as you chirp at me with squared fingers. i can't make my lips upturn. my jaw is loose at the seams and now the screwdriver is stuck behind my wisdom teeth. when i bite down there is a clicking in my right ear. you used to find it endearing, but now you just want me fixed. the sex has become photographs with coffee stains that you tuck under my books to be forgotten. i never wanted to be missed. i only asked to sleep on your breastbone and to ride in cars and sing together. but the windows wont move and you left me in the garage.