yesterday, i wanted more than anything to be in a car accident.

not a car accident, a car wreck.  i wanted the four of us to hurtle down the freeway and slam into the cement guardrail, ricocheting and spinning across all six lanes in a screech of tires and a crush of twisted metal.  inside the car, we’d smash into the seats and doors and dashboard and each other like bleeding bumper cars, actually feeling something for once.

you don’t even know when you make me angry.