SECOND OPINION
(reproduced with respect but without permission)
THE GLOW INSIDE ANOTHER RED-CROSSED PELVIS
WILL DRAIN WHEN THEY CRUSH THAT LITTLE BULB.
MENSTRUAL MINSTRELS DRIFT IN
FROM THE WEEDLESS GARDEN.
THE IMMACULATE BLUE FLAME
FROM THE FAKE FIREPLACE
BURNS THE CORNER OF MY EYE.
CAN'T STOP STARING AT NOTHING.
A
GLOVED HAND OPENS THE DOOR,
AND THE MAN ENTERS SOOTHINGLY,
WITH AN AIR OF RESPECT FOR THE DEAD.
ENCOURAGES US TO LOOK ON THE BRIGHT SIDE.
BLACK PANTS HIDE YOUR PAIN AFTERWARDS,
AND THERE'S A COOKIE ON A NAPKIN
AND A PAPER CUP OF RED JUICE
TO REPLACE YOUR STRENGTH.
WE DRIVE HOME WITHOUT BLINKING
BECAUSE THE SUN ISN'T REAL.