Wednesday, February 15, 2017

NOTES ON MY PHONE AT THE UNDERTAKER'S FUNERAL

Why is it—I'm
never able to do

anything
for the last time?

Buying
groceries, empty-

ing
the garbage,

and
forgiving you

all come to
mind.

*

I know—
there's a catch,

there are rules
in this

sandbox of a universe,
where

Entropy's parents (who
payed for

the place)
left him there

to play—to sift and prod
and fling

the grit
beneath our feet around

with all the
ghoulish tense exuberance

of a kid with
anorexia.

*

But goddamn—just
once,

when you
brush

a
tooth or a

toilet or
something, don't you

wish too?
that

it would—
stay brushed?

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