Friday, October 13, 2017

the number, diminished



and right here, right now, you are
losing all of these moments
of your life

think about jackie o, her lap
filled with blood,
sunlight everywhere

think about the women you’ve
loved and the ones who have
loved you, and then look for
points of intersection

listen to the sounds the house makes
after you’ve turned off all the lights

let the ghosts
offer you sugar and milk

watch it spill from
their cupped hands

you will spend your entire life being
stained by the filth of strangers



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