dislodge every clean thought
generated by your mind
from before until tomorrow

love the light that caresses
the mist swathed meadow
from the full moon tonight

take your heart out
stab it with a stick
roast it over a blazing fire

caress his face as he sleeps
in his crib, shed tears as
you realize this is the only
perfect thing you will ever do

write your suicide note in
your own made-up language
your best friend could read it
but she did this yesterday

pull your blanket up over your
head, roll over and go back to
sleep, let sweet dreams enfold
you in their loving embrace

— GB

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