Thursday, November 29, 2018

Kerri Shying R # 564 - Here.


Here.

clean with honey 
soap   bed resquared
stalk of lovegrass
all that’s missing
for a one note
idyll       me

a day away
from mopping
shit up off the
hospital floor
 stop   to feel this
hollow  I won’t
sleep    there’s a
jerk      he  

has the time
to graze
on facebook
pages  telling
me  how big
and wide his death
is going to
be   not me

let my body fade
into the garden
occupy a
screw lid
jar  please feed
it to the cat
sell it on the
bourse  dry
it off for
jerky  then he
won’t
visit it
no more


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