earthquake

don’t ever come back

please


ever



is 6:30 in the morning
in the blurry city limits
by the river
the orange sun burning in the
skyscrapers
like a sweet fireball
hitting the stomach
of the hurt wooden piers
and the red bricks
and the rats


don’t ever come back

remember my words


don’t remember my closed eyes

my cigarette smell

the sounds of my bones
trembling
frozen
against your skirt
against your winsome lines
wet in your rotten cotton smell

don’t

don’t remember
anything
but this

don’t remember
anything

but my last words