A Passing
Our house is a carnival and
I keep shukin and jivin, doin the soft
shoe while the neighbors keep
their barnyards lit
You tell me it’s just a matter of perception
while you retreat to the bathroom
to swallow some more razorblades;
I guess the pain comes and goes
more or less
The windows are dark and
our bathtub is overflowing &
there’s blood everywhere
& I can’t find the goddamn mop
You tell me to hold you through the
night while I quiver and tremor
and wonder where exactly did
this all go so awry
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