I could have jumped
but God said, hey kid
you ain’t got no wings
so I looked down instead,
cried like a baby
and watered
Sylvia's pot plants below
she never shared her stash.
I could have shaved
my pretty little wrists
like women do when they forget
the promise of Calgon
but God said, no way, Jose,
you’ve bled enough
so I smoked on the stoop
with some bad angels
who swore they’d rather fuck me
than kill me -
the bastards.
I should have been
less poetic with my prayers
hated hope
more than myself
maybe then,
He would have kept his distance
maybe then,
He would have said
I deserved
something less beautiful
than natural causes.












yeah, I know. Back at you and more. Love, Lane



Thank you very much for your insightful comment and for the cute yellow guys 



























~Meg

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