
“Dead flys and pretending”
I collect 16 dead flys
from the window cill
and put them in
a tea cup.
My sister
wants to talk about death,
so i put the cup on her
Bed, and say
“these little Black
Sons of bitches
Has as much right to live
As me and you;
Space and time “
i say.
Like im
Einstein.
Space and time.
I finger them
with a curious finger.
They smell.
When i pretend to drink them
she vomits in the sink.
Like Einstein.
Spacetime.




"Drunk at the matinee" is a collection of candid poetry about stupid shit that we all experience from day to day.




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