Parked in the Fast Lane

sometimes i have not the language to heal
i speak in Kahlo and smoke
and no one can interpret this struggle
can't beat it
join it
give it a name and suffer from it
bleed from it
or for it
until you find a distraction
keep her busy
until she's dizzy
numb it
kiss me
make a mark
miss me
aim
hit me
spark it
pour it
dance and
cure it


-Roni I'naru'