by D. A. Powell
darling can you kill me: with your mickeymouse pillows
when I'm a meager man. with your exhaust pipe and hose
could you put me out: when I'm a mite a splinter a grain
a tatter a snip a sliver a whit a tittle. habited by pain
would you bop me on the noggin: with a two by four
the trifle of me pissing myself. slobbering infantile: or
wheezing in an oxygen tent. won't you shut off the tank
mightn't you disconnect the plug: give the cord a proper yank
when I lose the feeling in my legs. when my hands won't grip
and I'm a thread a reed a wrack a ruin: of clap and fux and grippe
with your smack connections could you dose me. as I start my decline
would you put a bullet through me. angel: no light left that is mine
-for Sam Witt
Last updated February 19, 2023