when you wouldn’t help me pay my bill
bathroom all one room,
ha-jong-shi –you would someday laugh.
empty frosted vase atop yellowed
stack of directories atop kitchen table
and then a plastic bag shower, jabbed
by plastic white McDonald’s fork
from a breakfast you never
stayed for.
First with hot water,
suicide song Townes Van Zandt
then with cold water.
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That shock wakes one quick, with anger…