We warned you
About April: first taxes
Then everything else. Here you were,
Hung up on February.
Holes in the road opened:
We slipped fitted sheets in to seal them.
Now your friend is dead
In the college hallway.
Get ink: shed tears: too late.
We hope you get the help you need.
We all need it. We all need thicker sleeves.
We’re too tired to talk to the rats.
We warned you about February,
Too, but did you listen, you barrel
Of witches. Here you were in Berlin,
Or whatever, teaching yourself about Satanism,
And listening to Jens Lekman,
And thinking about how much you hate arms.
If we were a cat, incidentally,
We’d bring you like,
So many freshly killed mice
But don’t tell anyone that this is
A love poem, or that it’s about you.
Bring us the head of Saint John the Baptist
In a fine leather handbag. Load the base of it
With fresh strawberries. Break that ersatz
Sapphire in half.