Unrivaled


live for yourself:there is nothing else
lest you have more than your cards have revealed.
through the catacombs of the friends who
you have remembered or forgotten in the way
you forget me as i stand before you, there
must be a forefront of emotion that, unlocked,
is stored in
the rear. open up, child,
you do not have much to hide. there have
been a million times as a zipper you have flung
open the strings of ties of flesh that reveal your
ribcage hung as the frame of cow thawed and
ready for a feast. dear, you have
outlived a thousand memories. they and your chastity
remain locked and unavailable
with a dial tone and no pulse.
live! whatever arrangements you make
your preparedness is not stunting the oncoming
of death.