Mourning
like a lost dog,
like finding out you're in your body in the middle of ***,
like a chest cancer getting worse every day,
and you say I'm ok in the middle of a cough.
Mourning
like you've lost everything,
barking to be found,
coughing will remind.
you leave that body 'cause you like being in the dark.
Mourning
is all you got,
so get undressed again.
no collar,
no one's around.
Going up and down on the bed—
you're ok,
it's just a cough.