by Dianna Black
It’s not that I can’t
get by without you
it’s just that
I wasn’t lonesome
before I met you.
MY BACON SANDWICH
WENT RANCID
AND STAINED MY POCKET.
STOP. SHELLEY GAVE
THE FLOWERS TO SOMEONE
ELSE. STOP. THE SUN
DIDN’T RISE IN CRUEL
APRIL. STOP. WHERE
DO I TURN MY FACE?
