—DON’T TAKE THE MONEY

 

Say Goodbye Like You Mean It

 

It’s the shock 

of light, not 

knowing who 

to trust anymore, 

as if I’ve been 

taxidermied and 

propped upright

beneath a sconce by 

the other exoskeletons

whose names you knew, 

or like, is that tree 

leaning or is it about 

to crush me for good? 

You said I love you

like you meant it, 

but then that mosquito 

looked full before it 

sank its stem into my arm 

and stayed there.