A Gut Feeling

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