Forward

 

 

Brian, life

is a shitty egg

in a shitty mouth

 

and the slow realization that my loved ones

aren’t really waiting outside

 

with wet lips

and shovels

 

is not

as much a relief

as you’d think.

 

Today,

all air tastes like car heater air,

 

and the sun is heavily featured

at its worst angles,

with particular emphasis on that

“driving home after five” look,

 

you know,

the one that kills people.