I once said
I would think of you
always
I'd get you
inside of my mind
once I
lodge this bullet out.
I once said
I'd do anything
for you
I'd get drunk
pints of aspirin
next day
hungover on
Jack or on
the bathroom floor's
white tiles
by a noose.
I once said
I would bring you your
breakfast
in bed and
I'd give you this red
omelet
and with a side dish
of my soul
which I throw to you
off the
balcony
forty-second floor
off the
crimson-stained pavement
and off this
scrambled delight of
skin and
bones, off this
person you never loved
off this
corpse you could have saved.
At breakfast
you eat my heart out.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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