Dead & Co & me, etc

It was time to hurry up

to finish and begin

except she was done for, done

and I never even started.

Needs & needs & needs

milky breast, red meat

innocent fatal distractions

the dead bell, I could hear it.

Annihilation, the literary ending

the not quite epilogue, letter addressed

blank with recrimination, another not poem

for the husband, the liar-lover

the bees, the dew, the baby.

You would have written tomorrow

downstairs cats squalling, kettle on

I could hear it,

click and hiss orange-blue

in the dark of the morning, the pilot would be lit.