i’ve been gone from splitsville long
enough that i forgot the map
it’s not like i’m a tourist
i practically live here
driving up main street
you can’t get around
the mortuary
where lo we shall take a scalpel
and dissect the life
right out of whatever remained
cut right to the heart
time of death: 18 months ago
how did we not see
how did we stay standing
how did we keep breathing
cause of death:
slow poison
symptoms include:
anxiety
paranoia
low libido
loss of appetite
escape fantasies
self-hatred & isolation
getting a tattoo
crushes on other people
sad bruce springsteen songs
fatigue
death
i know beyond the embalming fluid
and the funeral parlor
and the crematorium
and the spot where we’ll scatter the ashes
there’s a diner with a great burger
there’s a library full of books
there are bars and bicycles
there are dogs to walk and drugs to take
and i would like to get there as soon as possible
mattress dungeon 