Sinnerman
Up late on a Monday
behind the machine reaching for
something to hold back the rolling teeth
that come out of the walls at this time
the madness of the hours
the tear shape teeth that roll down the walls
the heartbreak bleeds just easy enough to keep alive
and fall asleep eventually
listening to Nina Simone
or counting the breaths of my dog
or remembering the lost years on nights
like this when the graves are fresh
and your dead watch you from your heart.
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