nataskaput

i sit here to the tireless drone of the highway
restless in a cookie cutter hotel room not well meant too rest
unfamiliar with my shelf in my own skin, because it still hasn't healed
haven't had 24 hour to myself since woke up from this coma
half tempted and thinking, i plugged one of the mother fuckers who put me here could i go to sleep
i've been to jail and know how uncomfortable time is on those bunks
i just want to go home