Meredith.

She lay stiff
like he laid stiff
and the blood that ran
from that gutted throat
was as red as the mouth
that opened in kiss.

Their party.
With their music
and their songs
and their
dirty sheets

and their knives.

And her life
that hung somewhere between
the smashed bottles of wine
and the mixing of
fluids.

Take that trachea
and drag a knife
along it
severing all veins
and turn, turn
the music down
and turn around
turn around
on the dance floor.

Turn from the bed with
its array of bodies
and its three
sets of
lecherous
red eyes.

Naked skin hits paint;
plastic,
halloween candy
and somewhere
a mouth, slit
is screaming wide.

Her body.
Covered in fingerprints
and glinting in the night.
Take a knife to what you know is best
Shining, Shining, smiling
Girls;
If you're going to leave-
leave a sacrifice.

Birthday

Pink
Sticky
Icing giggles
and tears
And ribbons

and beautiful boxes
with white cats inside
and no black dogs for miles

felt animals:
For Hannah

I am playing the violin for you, my dear
May your life ever
be filled
with cheer
(and beajouilles...)

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