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my wife bought bread
cheese
deli meat

she knows I don’t leave
the house for anything
other than a gold ring

dog bite
orphaned nights
and a quest for a girl
with the same vacant hands
as my own

I’ll be an eternal game
afraid of a night
not swept up by the lips
owned by a lover
caring enough to hold my bones
together
when I can’t stand my skin

I’m a thousand burdens
but I don’t know a man
that isn’t the same as me
so I’ll fuck my pity
and cough up a roach

I eat liver
and stuff my face

–
wait
wasn’t this poem about a married
couple and deli meat?

what happened to that?

that’s a boring premise

the stadium behind my eyes
chants for more esoteric
stanzas
–
I lost it