i'm an alumna of "life is heavy" school
do you remember?
when dad died of lies and heavy pills
and mom died alone, eyes not properly
shut. do you remember?
i was so attentive. sickly but
serene, and attentive
you made poems of me like i
ceased to be living
i rented a big love to you
you wouldn't be able to
pay me
i fed your eyes with longing
for my saliva
where were you when i was
on my death bed?
"life is so light" said the doctor
it is only an outline,
a dwarf's wish to kiss the
giant's forehead
so where are you now when i'm
all right and tentatively happy?
what do you fill your pockets with?
will i find you on the riverbed?
