over dinner

by blake ellington larson

we discuss the death we lived

in order to get to the life we’re living

and though my healing wrists caught gleams of
the pavement that’s killing you

i waited an eon or two or three or four for us to purify our hug
our lungs – only with meaning this time

and now my goodbye anthem

is singing faster than cats bring dead birds
is lunging harder than feet make blisters
is waiting longer than my welcome’d repose

wore out it’s welcome


when i see you again

forgive my absence