‘choke him, choke him, choke him!’ all the Rice Crispies on the bed chant to the single Rice Crispie lodged in the Hoover vacuum cleaner’s mouth
bedsores full of static
a cobbled, novelty garden feature shaped like a sick person
a tenfoot shadow broke in last night
organic veggie coloring book for the bored ill
you will only show your ass when you’re dead
wake me up when death’s pimple crosshairs on the air mattress have turned cloudy
the fountains should be of the purest air
so yes, I want a germ-free Uzi to finish me off
don’t tell me not to eat in bed
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