Yesterday, 03:25 PM
“Cowards write
in passive voice”
Kenny ate both barrels
openly, a drunk without a bag,
the lick of grief beneath his voice
a twist of limoncello in a glass
he looked through with regret
to see the future better.
Victor, having slipped a needle
gently into place where he knows nobody
will find the hole, collapsed
a flannel sleeve into a dog
opening its mouth around a stick
of uncured meat.
The police report attached
to Daphne’s body like the moon
described the most astonished smile
a man or child has ever seen
as “declared deceased.”
She has not been buried
to our knowledge, to this day.
When Soraya unalived
herself, they wrote a piece about her
naming all the people she had touched
with her reviews. A song about living
without regret, I think
by Dolly Parton or somebody sweet like that
was played at the memorial. The sky was hung
with scraps of sun. It didn’t mention death.
in passive voice”
Kenny ate both barrels
openly, a drunk without a bag,
the lick of grief beneath his voice
a twist of limoncello in a glass
he looked through with regret
to see the future better.
Victor, having slipped a needle
gently into place where he knows nobody
will find the hole, collapsed
a flannel sleeve into a dog
opening its mouth around a stick
of uncured meat.
The police report attached
to Daphne’s body like the moon
described the most astonished smile
a man or child has ever seen
as “declared deceased.”
She has not been buried
to our knowledge, to this day.
When Soraya unalived
herself, they wrote a piece about her
naming all the people she had touched
with her reviews. A song about living
without regret, I think
by Dolly Parton or somebody sweet like that
was played at the memorial. The sky was hung
with scraps of sun. It didn’t mention death.

