has gone out
and went. You can use
my heart for a broom
and sweep up

my excrement. I have nothing
left of my self-respect. I’m *******
drinking myself
to death. I have nothing

to leave
that’s worthwhile. You can
take my anguish
toss it in the laundry

pile. I’ve had it up to here –
where the **** that is I couldn’t
say. Don’t see me making
another day!