we all die sometimes
in exchange for valentines
a soggy sweater
not much better than my handsome fella
we can slit his smarm
with sweet alarm
replace my lover with a freakish brother
running heaven above her
to hear his call
heaven's not all
heaven's not all
we all die sometimes; heaven's not all.
YOU ARE READING
pink bath.
Poetrymother war, please let us be poor; selfish for love, and boyish for porn. [Poetry #43] [2015-16]
