The Truck Process
jump in the truck,
and disappear
in moments measured
in rust,
that flakes off in the friction of wind
like our own rusted skin
in that same friction.
or the friction of fighting,
or the friction of loving,
or any friction we may encounter
in this turbulence,
on this adventure,
between our bodies,
between our words,
as we are grinding away
at eachother.
as we are losing pieces of ourselves,
as we are disappearing.
before we are gone,
while we are still here,
this is the process,
now is the time
to disappear
(2012)
