All My Friends are Dead

everything about this song is red, your wallet is brown, the brown a burgundy and the burgundy’s chalice has gold to dazzle rubies, carnelian, sard precious, semi-precious, the same- all the same, feel the same when you hold the cup to livid lips and send them on their merry way bumping into the ugly ridges of a throat lodged with stingy agate, oh but you know that and here we are, anyway. all my friends are dead, she said dying to kiss her heels goodbye all my friends are dead, I say but you kiss my heart instead tongue and teeth and saliva tinged red, lapping at the candied apple like a dog, like an animal, like you know already that it’s the best thing I’ve ever had. you chew and chew and chew and chew like a nursery rhyme, like a children’s story, like the poetic justice I do not deserve you spit out the core at the heel of my foot and don’t bother a peck farewell.