Poetry

photo by How-Soon Nguov

 

Riverside Drive

Cheers sweetheart
Raise our empty pill bottles
to divorce
and old dogs
To lighter fluid
and lawn chairs
frozen in day old
rain water
Burn old bedspreads
and scream into empty cupboards
There’s blood on the door
to the guest room
It won’t come off
You won’t get off
Get out
Take me across the street
If I don’t wake up
let the recyclables pile
on top of me
Cry cum
and let the maggots
sing you to sleep
They’ll crawl back
into me like you
and get songs stuck in my head

by  Sarah Negron