I’ve been paralyzed for three hundred
And eighty seven days 
Eleven hours; and sixteen minutes
Trapped in the state of Mississippi; as
Low as I could be 
With blood drippin’ - still
Nothing was delivered from my waiting

My hands were on fire in the parking lot
Counted down breathing
Hazard haunts the future harvest 
Playing Willie Nelson records spun 
On my coffee table
In the long morning
With light from the day crashin’ in 

Tied to my bed in a funny enclosure
Picking at the holes in my genes
Kicking up the floor of the trailer
Wonder if I’m all that’s on her mind

Silence chewing caverns in my chest
I’m workin’ all day
Wondering if we want it or not
Is love merely wanting in its absence 
Empty store fronts
Feeling like me
It’s not as I still need him anyway