I would prefer to die ahead of you
an interesting mess behind me something
like shouting just hang up, hang up and thrive
paranoid sitting next to your pencils
the trash can courtesy of a phony
pen-name considering where you’ve bounced to
my poem on the coast on a wall on
1950’s Facebook, considering
the family that I am pre grieving
the mountain I came down with lord knowing
an amount of time handing off justice
or sitting on a fruit scale and thinking
about the pit of your lie and actually
I would prefer that you be first to die
