SOMEBODY GET ME AN URN ALREADY
Speech bubble never said love—
notes never written, never read.
So good at Simon Says: rigged the game
to convince myself it’s better to bet against,
blush so big it turned full body.
No offense, but, means something bad
is about to happen. Better to let it rest.
Better still to plead no contest.
I volunteer to be entombed. Seal the exits
myself, get lost in a windowless room.
Destiny is doom, waits to pounce where
fact meets fate, asphyxiate me, then
fuck pearly gates.
The devil is an about-face.
I don’t believe in saving grace.