"I was born in a taxicab, I'm never goin' home" --Tom Waits
Her hands are not your hands--
No more forgiving than a statue's,
They abrade and tear me
Until the sheets are bloody with my misery.
Her eyes are not your eyes--
No more soulful than elevator buttons,
I am locked in here screaming until the morning comes.
Each day is like a driverless car
Circling backward on itself in unstoppable blind murder;
Pregnant with a memory,
I give birth to a fever...
I sweat and shudder
'Til it breaks.