—THERE’S NOTHING YOU CAN DO TO TURN ME AWAY

 

 

 

I (Still) Love Lucy

 

 

You must have been 

dying

long before it was obvious

Today I walk again 

past those goldfinch 

stains imbedded 

in the carpet 

tattoos from your 

frothy vomit 

and it’s impossible 

to shake off 

the exhaust and dread

I should have known

and you should have 

bit my leg

Goddamn you

One of us should have 

done something differently 

while we still had the chance