driving me home on

the worst july 4th on record

me and my america

tracing scars and drawing lines

and naming the men

that loved the idea of us

into something that it wasn’t was

naming the men

who thought we were young

i see color and smoke taking the

shape of the adrenaline drunk

departure with no bra and a man

in his underpants in the street

and a nameless guardrail

that wasn’t enough