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{losing stuff more often} luke irwin What was I aping at? I’m losing a lot of stuff. Like car keys and cars and my hot wheels collection. I lost a lot of Tupperwares last year. I lost my swagger. My canary died. I lost a Velveeta. I lost my hot, I lost my cool, I lost my grad school. I lost my jacket, And all that money That I had sewn into the lining Of your pantsuit That I also lost. I guess so. No, uh-huh, you’re right. I lost a game of chess to a laptop. I lost my mug with the hearts on it. I smashed it. I smash a lot of stuff. I smashed that conversation We had and that other conversation we had. I smash bugs. I smash people all day, But I lost my life, dearheart. Love, like dilated pupils; love Like palsy; like a pogrom As terrifying as Christ. Christ, I’m terrified. All my Steadied, tender, grade A Thoughts like strips of meat Separate, alone, flayed. |
