You can drink your wild turkey
from a gravy dish,
and I won't tell a soulless bastard;
and there are plenty of those nearby.

I'll close the blinds and stop up the door
while you set the room on fire
with those glass jesus candles
that I managed to collect from the grocery store.

And we'll dance to the sounds of your mother's
favorite couch shrieking in the flames--
you with your dish and me with you.

11/30/2011

Posted on 11/30/2011
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