Where were you when I needed
have a little faith in me
you when everything was
brittleblack and horrorfaces
when everything was
bloodthick echofist
and screamdrips
when wordswordswords
were all I had because I
can’t hear my own self think
didn’t have you
because you got all up in the
high in the
don’t talk back now
had no interest
you never had any,
interest or not.
We rot here in this
trashcan place,
listening to
the gulp gulp sounds of poverty
swallowing all our chances whole
