Rollings Smush.
That is the sound of a bug dying
of one finger rolling
over
life,
like a steamroller paves
roads that roll over grass
like a factory produces
cars that roll over roads
and like the way when cars get totaled
they get taken back
and uselessness is smashed
out.

Smush.
that is the sound of me crying
of a tear rolling
faucets leak down my cheek
I get a peak
at what it takes to sustain me.