just
a girl
in
a closet
trying
to write a
poem

“i
don’t want to
leave you
i
have to go”

remind me will
you
to
take
the important
stuff

and
what did you
expect
the wrong folks
had
all the money and
their right folks
had
a few guns

buy and sell

will be
sad
then
be happy

then once again

as the apple
falls
the big birds
arrive

turtle love
the kind you
buy
at
the pet store
or
super
market

life on the planet
going outside
and
cut down a tree

cut into pieces
to heat the
house
to cook a
steak
rare
to boil a
chicken

his wife
said
“what should
we do
sit on the couch
be fat
and
safe”

fuck you

life on the planet
death in some far
away
galaxy

pass me some of that
fried
dough
will ya

just another
star
in the western
sky

death dreams
from the bedroom
in the bedroom
you lay

the window
framed the
night sky
while you waited
prayed
until god showed
up

hey and
what’s up
you are
coming with me
show me heaven

right here
from the window
framed

he was gone
drifted
into the fog

i was there
i heard him
say goodbye

it is eternal
it
re occurs

he left
butterflies
disguised as poems
and butterflies

are we
ready
does not matter
because
you are

fond of
denying
our own
atrocity

can’t believe
we
did that
plus
it’s
who fucking cares

well i do
because
i understand
the line
between
you and me and
right and wrong
and murder and
suicide
can not be
understood

in the moment

remember
how
you spoke to
me
how
i miss that
so much
more
everyday

find
comfort
in this place
you
showed me
in
the way you walked

it was perfect
and i knew it
it would last
it would close
it would end
it would be left
when
parts of you
were gone