how does it feel this grief
thing (the conversation went like that)
funny, i mean, how often do you
fall apart, in retrospect;
funny
no pressure now, except
the normal desperation of
happiness, of weekends and
clinging tightly to each event
Aquafina on the table
Dog snuffling along the floor
like a pig, the computer
displaying mastery
things I could never imagine
fevers, principalities, "purple-
veined" child, "trifolium"
Whalen's PAY NO ATTENTION TO ME
What was he thinking?
What do you expect?
"I just don't understand you, I'm really stumped."
look, now I'm quoting you, but you're dead.
I want tea.
"Are you asking (permission)?"
"No I'm telling you"
I say it with a smile / I say it with a smile, but
sometimes I'd rather ask / sometimes I'd rather be told
this is possible, this is not, be quiet now
lay down. close your eyes.
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