stadium seating graveyard
- in honor of alice's devotion to gertrude
burned sage letters
ink stain
junkie fingers
it is death
making me chill here
not the bony hand
no scythe or ominous
but an escape of life - the heat
having no containment - the chemical
liquid soul
without a bottle
evaporating from the spilled ground
into molecular oblivion
better
pick up a pen