Wednesday, August 11, 2004

Comfrey Root

So I called Kathy after she quit
Turns out she's a widow now
God she knows how to wrap herself in that cloth
Her broken face is now in shadow
As she mourns what she's been mourning all along
But now it has a name
And a family to resent her and lash out
Against what we all become
Sycophants with broken noses
And jobs we hate
And children that won't talk to us

I will miss the licorice. Put the razor down.

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