Blood for money

i push my fingernail against
a broken tooth

but the nail bends

maybe i am left behind

a body of broken star systems

defunct
starved of calcified bones

ground against the
wiper blades of time

i remember when the insides
did not mold and degrade

when i could see within them
the tenuous blue sky

the limitless progress of age

Won't be reconciled

Everyday
with coffee.

it was strange you had
no recollection of me.

when years later
i saw you,
you made no effort to say,
'shit, it's been years, man!'

maybe it's that you
slept almost the entire time,
waking abruptly and shuffling to class.

i wonder, maybe, i had changed
more than i'd thought, becoming
unrecognizable, and
now, it's always going to be strange,

that last awkward memory,
the finality of it,
knowing that you have died.

Dry

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