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Spaghetti knots

for me

death keeps mailing me nude pictures

with deep red lingerie dangling like

last words or beads of a rosary

and a fixture that is too pixelated for my tastes


i’m watching a hockey game

and it comes just before the bright side

the hobble of happiness in a drugged commercial

and the slurping win


there i am


taking after my mother in a white dress

seeing dreams breaking down into apnea

when the package arrives for me

to sign with letters i learned to read then bleed

slowly understanding that nothing is taken for granted

there is already too much in the box

it is heavy when i am not


light squeals out

the tv still roars the next meal

a restaurant is shown serving bone marrow

that is cooked by the best chefs that have ever lived


the handheld coffin is a new batch

where the skull is masked by a blonde wig

lipstick slips above the jawline

nipples are drawn on with hope and healing

that never arrives


you make me come

it says


i throw it out

moult into a couch carrying my bare thoughts

and think if there’s anything on still


or is it too late



About kacperniburski

I am searching for something in between the letters.


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