Everything is dead. Doesn’t everybody see
how the day skulls its dying? The sound of rain peeling
back the sidewalk. I sulk about everything.
My dead dog. The dead deer flashed open on the highway.
A car drips in its passing: every single day every time I pray I’ll be missing you
Sometimes a tree broken for my misery. Deserted.
A fly hurls itself against my window, each
thumpthumpthumpa heart unraveling.
Nothing…I am selfish. The birds outside molt for me.
The flowers study new skin. In the mirror, my mouth lurks
behind the dead mouth. Every mouth the same strand.
I give the room its thunder. The fly drops dead.