Untitled, Courtney Rice

Whats gone is gone in the
corners of your rigid blood .
You will not give an answer to the heaving cries,
the rapid and brainless questions about Fate.
You learned right?
Life is a bitch and that is all you need to know.
Pregnant mongrel with a foaming snout-
you know she will take your breath and eat the scraps.
She will chew your pillows and leave stained circles on the light parts.
You are in the shower washing your neck
and it hits you.
That song, the odor, the finely tuned whining of objects
you are without.
Dust waits to be gathered in the crease.