Sometimes my wife
Squeezes me too tight
At night

Like she thinks
She'll wake up the next morning
And there won't even be

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From where I was
And the way I hungrily eat
The pale morning sun

And swelter in the syrupy
East coast humidity
The sound of cicada song
Vibrating every line that makes
That outline up

I think sometimes that
She may be right

Broken people
Broken lives
Cheated on husbands
Beaten down wives
Living in a fresh hell
Every day
Daughters are *****
And sons are gay
Broken people
Broken lives
Swallowing fire
Sleeping on knives
**** your ******* world view
The cancer lessens without you
Broken people
Broken lives
Leave the gap
The great divide
Let us all suffer on in peace
Wear your absence like a fleece
Keep us warm with the thought of death
Such a waste until your last breath

Geese gather in pools
Fissures cut out by the sun
In the frozen lake

Onion grass hangs limp
Bedazzled with morning dew
Cold jewels in the sun

My sunlit white walls
Pockmarked by shadows of leaves
Caught in morning wind

Crimson maple leaves
Thinly veiled by sheets of fog
The smell of damp earth

Fence post forced to bow
As gravity and ivy
Pull it to the ground