“There’s a Chuck E Cheese on every corner in heaven.”
he said to me, voice shaking, bored again.
Mom was a lesbian so I was a rape baby, still am,
pulling dates in sheer bodysuits,
carrying the crown of the underground
together drugged out and codependent.
“And no one takes your money or ass.”
he said, looking through me,
squeezing my arms through my stolen coat.
“You’ll have all the dope you can handle.”
he says this and I’m losing him
and none of it matters really
and I’m thinking about all the fresh trim
he said is waiting for me when I croak.
I never overdose though, even when he’s talking to me
telling me how god’s got slippin slides
and gas station burritos in vending machines
and frosties with all kinds of flavors and they never melt.
But I don’t go towards the light,
‘cause I never see it when I’m ten thousand leagues deep,
just like the book if you cut it in half
and pour out the water.