J.S., 21 yrs.

Maybe one thing you wish for will come to you,
and I hope you don't waste it on a job
or lottery numbers.
Look around you.
Cars are crashing everywhere,
the sky is filling up with daggers and
the sun is a split lip.
I love you so much
that I love your empty chair,
and dream of embracing
your beautiful skeleton.
I love you so, I would hand you my wish
to stay awake long enough to get home.
You can take it. You don't even have to love me.

The sun will bleed and drool her warmth on the horizon.
I will wake to the squeal of brakes and a thousand
times the man repeats "Oh my God" as fast as he can
for you. Look, you are all these wishes! Look what you've become
that pretty girls don't care about their mirrors
and old people feel lucky and guilty and sick and proud.
Everyone who walks by throws his wish your way
without you asking.
Look what you've become!
An empty chair.