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Die Die

11.02.19 Posted in today's words by

Claire Scott’s most recent poem to appear here was “Saturday Night at Ryokos” (August 2019)

Die Die
By Claire Scott

despite its plaintive bleat
a little lamb of hope
just doesn’t cut it
when the landlord looms
the electricity flickers
bits of dried prayers & take out pizza
don’t fill desolate nights
colorless as blunt knives

no faith in tea leaves or tarot
no faith in sawdust gods
parched effigies
who promised protection
from a mother hollowed
by bitterness, blaming me
for hangnails, ulcers,
cirrhosis of her liver
a mother who lingers on & on
fierce and unforgiving

please understand
I don’t really want to die die
but there’s no way out of this life

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