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Type: Painkiller. Grass-fed, cage-free blood
sweat and tears. Works only if you’re willing to,
which is to say nothing promising.
Instructions: Take sparingly in between meals
in between fork tines tintinnabulated
to the tune of glass-half full half
chalice made cavern made cabinet
make yourself spare me the sob story
don’t strain yourself don’t you
know arteries can be made egg shell
stuff and pit all the space covered
insurance repeat until sunbeams squeeze to pulp
Patient Reaction: If I hear another poem in which
a tongue is not a tongue in which
Shattered scapula stitches craters to
crevice in which an Advil prescription is
a eulogy for a body that never asked for
an organ or a candle or a smattering
of short ribs and sweet potato casserole
or wounds dressed in prada and loubotins
I think i’m going to lose it god knows
The only thing worse than co-pay is pity