2 hours ago
“Cowards write
in passive voice,”
he’d grimace almost every week
before he left two perfectly good shepherds
traumatized. He ate both barrels
open as a drunk without a paper bag,
the grief tattooed across his voice
that somehow went unnoticed. It was noted
I did not speak on the alcoholic body,
couldn’t spare a minute’s spit to call
his widow back, she who made me brilliant
meatloaf in September when I came.
Declined to leave a message
like the others did so easily, a coin
to fill the piggy in memoriam.
Could not convince my voice
to reproduce again the proper sounds
into the square of satellites
that spy on everyone—I knew
you would hear it all
if I had called you lover. But certain
promises were broken;
some mistakes were made.
in passive voice,”
he’d grimace almost every week
before he left two perfectly good shepherds
traumatized. He ate both barrels
open as a drunk without a paper bag,
the grief tattooed across his voice
that somehow went unnoticed. It was noted
I did not speak on the alcoholic body,
couldn’t spare a minute’s spit to call
his widow back, she who made me brilliant
meatloaf in September when I came.
Declined to leave a message
like the others did so easily, a coin
to fill the piggy in memoriam.
Could not convince my voice
to reproduce again the proper sounds
into the square of satellites
that spy on everyone—I knew
you would hear it all
if I had called you lover. But certain
promises were broken;
some mistakes were made.