I asked not
for these rotten feet.
Black boots and jeans
and thrift store chair.
...
'I can shut the door, '
I offered.
'Don't. I like the blue, '
...
As the rough edges become smoothed with time,
I find myself
more and more
in the floating dust.
...
'Show yourself, ' he whispered weakly.
'Wait, ' the woman said. 'Must you speak your truth so meekly? Speak like me instead.'
...
I feel that faint burn again.
Harder to explain
than things learned on LSD
...
I heard laughter.
Then my name, maybe.
I had headphones in and can't be sure.
...
There's a corpse in the corner
I try not to see.
Try not to smell.
...
Swollen and pulsating.
An open, festering wound.
Too stupid to dry up
...
The bartender smiled
like a death in the family
and poured me two shots
and passed me two beers.
...