Young Couples With Sagging Eyelids
'Beat boredom out with more boredom, '
She says, grinning—then vomits in her hands.
He wonders why, but never understands.
She thinks she's been living her life post-mortem.
She hates her coffin's fluffy decorum,
And wonders why he won't dig up her grave.
She says she deserves heaven, 'She behaves, '
But she's been buried in place where she stands.
He is uneasy, but doesn't complain.
He watches her decay in the marrow.
She has thinning blood, a festering brain,
But so does he. He doesn't notice though.
Like a dripping nose, they've become crusted;
They're so full of snot and maladjusted.
poem by Tim Stensloff
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