Babesiosis with a Maltese Cross
Poetry, 2016
Hey [redacted]! Should we run out of school, let’s suck each other dry. When the marrow’s gone and we need some sun, let's bend a castle in the Pac-Northwest, coup the feudals with our Daddies’ cash! While you, backlit blue, brood Kindle Thoreau, I’ll mourn the coasts’ ex-cons and prose. You’ll weave Infinite Jest through Curious Hair, I’ll hoard years of used software. High on finite reserve of misery-chic, tell that bitcoin shaman from the city, “git!” You can total your own mid-life, if you let my ropes unwind. Just pop an X on the karyotype, split with half our shit and swipe on right! Forgo twice-a-weeks and Christmas Eves, there's but one catch for me: once he’s fully ‘feit, jerkin’ it, licks your split and has me maimed, plagiarize the best wept eulogies for my monomyth of copy-paste.