Digging to Hell
I can’t seem to bury you so deep
that you don’t resurface.
In the morning, brushing my teeth,
I sense your presence, ask myself
what did I do. And that card
you sent “all things must end,”
what was I supposed to make of that?
I doubt that you are in a cavern
as deep as mine, you who are always right.
You forgot common decency when you cut
off all conversation. Each time you slip
into my mind, I tumble further
to the depths. I will be through
with thoughts of you when I plunge
into the cave’s dark zone.
Penstriken 2024
