In Case You’re Wondering
I’m busy scrubbing
clouds right now
way the fuck up here
and I still can’t find a
vocabulary or proper
verdict for what you did,
or who you really are
Can you?
In case you’re wondering
I’m in 7A
skull-fucked to a
Boeing window
sucking on a sour vein
that tastes too familiar
hoping to bleed out
without gushing on my
seatmate’s cashmere vest
But, hey, what’s a “vein” again?
What’s “assassination” or
“authentic” again?
Sorry, I forget,
and you seem to be
the only one with
all the answers
If you could inform me
one last time
that would be the kindest
act you’ve ever performed
And, anyway, just
trust (ha) that I’ll be
sure to let everyone know
how magnanimous
you were in the end,
life-saver and hero
of the story,
same as every fiction
ever written
especially the clever ones
you craft in the raped shade
while smirking sagely
sucking down all my marrow
sluice by bloody sluice
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