“Coleslaw Dignity,” “a young piece,” “For Sunday”
When I left you alone at night after three it was I think
The storybook moment and perfect ending: three dead
Maji dropping from the sky bounce off clouds. Spiritless
We disappear within the screams, the laughter; Pro-
Publica gone DOA. I’m almost nauseous having thought
Of the way we cook with human flaw; coleslaw dignity.
The storybook moment and perfect ending: three dead
Maji dropping from the sky bounce off clouds. Spiritless
We disappear within the screams, the laughter; Pro-
Publica gone DOA. I’m almost nauseous having thought
Of the way we cook with human flaw; coleslaw dignity.