Tonight's Poet Corner: Lingering

Lingering
by Belinda Roddie

This is how hard
it is to get you out of my head:
Your fingernails dig
into the side of my brain,
the membrane fraying for
your kisses and your pleas

for attention,
for adoration,
for more,
while I instead beg
for mercy.

When I dream,
you are there.
When I drink,
you are there.
When I take acid,
you join me on the trips
in a melting automobile.

The tires burn gold
rather than rubber, and
your laugher is so
fucking
weird.