Spaghetti with dirt meatballs

Fuck it all

before it all fucks you

by taking you

to some place nice and high

and important

because you must be

with an education that told you you could

and a job that tells others they couldn’t

and a family who you tell the coulds from the couldnts

including you and what you’re fucking

which isn’t them

even though they were all born from fucks

and you sometimes wonder

when you’re placing stones in the garden

where your wife wanted flowers and tulips

that have never been known to bud

and a worm wiggles as worms do

and you splice it in half

if only to give it something to wiggle about

and then she serves spaghetti

because she knows you like pasta

that’s thick and saucy and like on your anniversary

which was some date

buried deep in the soil of when and when

like when was the last time you fucked

and when was the last time you couldn’t

because of the kids or the unfinished garden

or the pasta

that wiggles now

so that you are no longer hungry

and she peers at you

and says you’re never hungry anymore

and you say oh dear

and she says don’t

and you say I’m sorry

and she says fuck you,

fuck it all