Lizzy Burnam 🐞

where the eyes & the grackles go 
plucking after 
     the mare that made me
a coward / skinned alive
by the sickle side of a question 
     mark; the days 
I wondered who
(the hell) are you 
     & who the hell 
is knocking like that in the middle of 
     nowhere; blanking 
on how we got here
again & I’m sorry but—look,
let’s just 
     skip the polite stuff
& keep the squishy rot 
under our kneecaps 
before we hear the worms 
return to their holes & crack that curse: 
     fuqboi / nuke button
     too busy / being 
     melanc / holy