this
one is very old, maybe december or so. it's meant to be out loud. it sounds
infinitely better that way. you should read it out loud.
"where the crickets go"
i would not lie,
i could not lie
this is where the crickets go
to die
to die a death
in the breath of an eye
a universe more sudden
than their sudden lives.
and the days spent waiting
the souls spent hating
are overall inessential
only the eventual
disappearance in the snout
only the eventual out
which comes as a
coil tense
snap and sputter.
yes
they die
just like we love
each other.
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