The Only Place For Sale
Are you a flower in the reflection of my eye?
Sweeping through my winded apartment,
Falling to my knees after argybargy with former spouse,
No time to dwell on time
The fridge is full of blood
I’m the lone townsperson again
Who is here to stake their claim on the land?
Not knowing right from left,
You from right.
One doesn’t answer,
Something about cancer ravaging her mother
One doesn’t remember nor need the reminder,
Something about me being a disease
Raise a bottle to mania
Laughing maniacally as the apartment spans time
I’ll never leave here,
Even after I go.
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