"tears"

I cry on public transportation

after I refused to get my license

when I was sixteen

and I cry under fluorescent lights

after I refused to skip

and smoke in the bathroom

with those I used to call friends

and sometimes I wonder as the tears leave my cheek

what it would be like

to exist in the vacuum of space

and morph into a noodle

as I fall into a black hole-

sometimes the sobs

are not the worst

that they could be

and sometimes I still shiver

as I walk down

the road that those above

told me they warmed for me.