I can’t roll out of bed the way I used to
It’s not that I’m depressed or anything, I haven’t been 14 since 2006
My rib may be broken
Me and my car share fracture wounds
We are both broken at the front right
It was my fault, I’m the one responsible
There was a double yellow and I crossed it
I thought I could live double lives, not in the deceptive form
In the manner where I could live the life of two people, an exciting romanticism
Only now I carry the weight of both
My insurance is liability, the car is junked
in the back yard, there exists a metal jungle
All my mistakes, my aunts car. My cousins motorcycle
Now my latest addition, my car which is junk
Then theres me, I signed away my right to go to the hospital after the crash
I guess I was feeling the life of adrenaline in my blood
Guilt and masculinity; ichor, blood of the gods
I was a strong man bleeding from the head
Now I can’t run without my rib burning pain through my chest
I can’t run to beat people to the front of the line at the gas station
In the garden of eden God put Adam, his first creation, to sleep
And took a rib from him to form his wife, Eve
For what my rib was taken remains to be seen
Adams life must have been pretty boring or messed up for God to have taken a rib
Am I but clay, fragile and unabashed
I rest immobile like stone