on overdoses and bowling-alley blowies

a sea of asphalt, alike yet different. the boys whove escaped time and the girls trapped within it, the inbetween forever turning. we take pills to get high and take pills to crash, take pills to make believe or get real. estrogen in overdrive, testosterone wedding. tell me, when you take the pieces and put them together, will we ever fit? or will my likeness wash away in the storm drains while yours is discarded to poison the earth? will you contaminate your own legacy with mine?