NaPoWriMo day 11

Walking on a Pretty Day

Get up
stop just lying there
maybe you should hire a housekeeper
who are your real parents?
Did you sleep well last night?
I feel wired today
point me in the direction of Poetry and Academia
Sing a song for me this morning,
like, Happy Birthday Beautiful
when you’re older you’ll look distinguished
you’ll be beautiful forever, now
until your hair rots away
until your flesh decomposes
until your bones become visible
I don’t want to be vulgar
when you die I’m the one left dying
I can never disagree with you ever again
or hear your apologies
You can never talk to
the dead me.


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