down the stairs hoping to get your attention and you give me only broken ankles What are you saying says the man I have over fifty seven broken ankles my toes are not much better off and my femur reeks of gangrene Are you saying I push you down the stairs because I do not love you the way I love a hot cabbage says the man I am saying that I am killing myself for your love and all you do is sniff your fingers The stairs are draped in clothing says the man Did I mention my knees are shattered because you do not love me and I smashed my face at the bottom Please please I am trying to think says the man Oh now it is your problem says the wife I am tying this tourniquet and leaving you Must you make so much noise when you walk screams the man your insides rattle like a bag of broken glass When I am gone your mouth will open and no one will boil your oats Must you must you must you go on says the man can't you see I'm eating
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Poems from Other Days
September 2021
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