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Mike, you're my best friend 

Niko Magnussen

someone:

Grab me by the jowls

Cram me into the radiator

Turn me into a rooster roast

Or eat me alive

Please.

please

You wrung my neck and hung

my limp chicken body from the hotel curtain rod.

While I sit on the toilet in surprise

burning my hands on the stone that just dropped from my chest

dirt falling

Bulldozed,

concave in the cracks in the tile

You're taking a cold shower.

I hand you the single-use soap

sweep up my mess

And with a stick of butter, write I love you on the cold mirror

I turn the thermostat up.

I shove my heart in my borrowed pants back pocket

and hope you see yourself clearly in the

grease-polished glass

At night, mold spores come forth.

Crashing into the light switch and kicking shut the bathroom door,

my body erupts in blisters

It was dust and moonlight

and I'm not wearing my glasses

and you've gone again to talk to the girl next door.

I smother myself to sleep

Pillows stuffed with my own plucked feathers

What do I mean to you? When you hold me, when you tell me we're eating take-out on your bed, when you buy the butter...?

I would steal a three piece suit to wear to your funeral.

I'd spoon-feed myself to your corpse

I'd let myself love you.

I'd let myself love you

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