the twenty stick end

by Steven J. Serafiani

hello again my best friend
I’m going to slit your throat one last time
let your organs fill my organs one last time
and when you empty
I will stomp on your carcass
stomp you flat and let you mingle with the trash
don’t bother with pleasantries
or manipulate me with years of your solidarity
cause it’s all hyperbole.
I may see you again
in the hands of others
but I will not ask for another dance.
so, orange and yellow pack
enjoy the last day we have.

who am I kidding
you’ll be back.