I wish I looked at the stars more

with a bloody bandage on my arm.
I call it quits.
and crawl into the ocean.

it's cold and gold.
night floats loud.
I roar to the sky, silent.

salt water stings my wound.
fear stings my eyes.
I sleep in a bed of sand.

waking to witnesses.
Jesus, Etc by Wilco is stuck in my head.
I wish I looked at the stars more.

measuring tape and me.
don't rely on me for anything.
besides poems and let downs.

in college, I dated a girl.
wrecked her car.
then broke up with her to not deal with it.

sliver cracked and cutting people like a window pane.
gimme a salami sandwich and shut me up.
until the next sunrise of throwback regret.