One more

Trample me.

Shove your soles with mangled gum

looking like a maimed raisin

on me.


Then make me eat it.


I need one more

bite, talk, fuck, drink, smoke

to make things right

in the life that left me

years ago

when I opened myself

to you.


Without you

our world would have one less



Spare one more chunk

until our stew boils

and the vapor dissipates

leaving air, a raisin

and tepid broth.





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