street graffiti


deep in her bones
in her liver
in her pancreas
in the innermost lining of her fallopian tubes
she knows.

there is no lying
to her
that it doesn’t just end.
she knows: there is no light
at the end of the tunnel
to spotlight
her crooked yellow teeth.

she doesn’t sigh
when a bird falls
because birds are meant to
so they can lie on the ground
as street graffiti.

This is for Manee, a good woman. She was almost my friend.

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writing is the teeth that gnaw on my bones.

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