Saturday, or Some Day
First morning
without you
as the cavity
spreads like a virus
that only knows
how to kill
I never realized
it was possible to
feel this sad
or abandoned
The lake The sunshine
The beauty outside
they all feel contrived
though I know
they’re entirely real
same as any other
slit in the throat
I keep staring
at the places
you’re supposed to be
watching you roll
and paw-curl
rubbing your belly
saying Hi Lucy Hi Lucy
I love you Lucy
saying it over and
over again
into a blunt
emptiness that
wants me dead
evening the score
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