Midnight Births Thursday

It’s a softer light than what they say

Top heavy mountain listing off toward the compression of grief

I can fight a fury from the ground up

Stitch the rage into stomach lining

Drop my organs into the donation box

I’ll let it pass for a safety net

We all sleep on the ground sometimes

We all live in the open air sometimes

It’s only smart thinking

Call it a last will and testament

Charcoal as a beneficiary

I want to bury the inheritance

I want to cut out my own throat

Drown in the aftermath