“Hired a hit man to kill my wife,” he told her.
“I’ll do it,” she suggested.
You’re not capable,” he laughed.
“Your wife didn’t think so,” she said, shooting him.
His knees blistered pavement, unconcerned that his buddies were witness to sobs and snot dripping into his mouth; as she took her final labored breath, he whispered, "Sweet dreams, puppy."
stains to remember
clothes when irrevocably stained get thrown out
and it's funny how we all try the same
only to find that the trash man
she drew his name on her arm
with a sharpened knife
when a call rang
telling her his dead body
was found hanging
from where they would have lived.
One day I thought I'd make a change - a little one - to chase the sun. I thought the light would set me free, but no....I'm running still.
Baby monster cried in dismay.
His mommy, concerned, brushed the tears away.
My little one, why are you so blue?
Because when I get bigger, I'm going to eat you!
c a n c e r ? a n t i - d e p r e s s a n t s ? p a i n k i l l e r s ?
she stood on the street corner selling the pills her mother never got to finish.
it comforted me—
bar tabs, cans in cardboard cases, bottles, handles.
now my toxic relationship is not with you,
but with the booze i used to forget you.
Everyone is born to die,
Life comes and leaves,
You watch Death from a distance,
Friends walk away,
Death arrives to stay,
Life is short; Death eternal...
My son won't stop crying. He died long ago, but I still hear his laughs and his screams. I wish he knew that I was crying too.