Dying As Of Self-Slaughter Poem by Justin Houseman

Dying As Of Self-Slaughter



In the wind Cupid's engraving
sections off the heart in advance
with a lead-pipe arrow, but in
the center a chink blocks their
love, tossed to the country glen
for a cow to graze by until I heard
the funeral home say they'd replace
it for me. What happened to the other
marble slab for grandma?

Thursday, February 6, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: funeral
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