wrong aisle

why is it that my favorite part is the back of your head where skull curves into neck? it has occured to me that it could be because that is what I am most familiar with.

I did what you asked, now are you brave enough to do it for yourself? Or honest?

blue-green cars in my rearview
names on parade vibrating
up, down and all over
like mantras,
fervent prayers
over and over
sucking out reason
from grey it-doesn't-matter.