wipe your feet before you leave.
“A song is two dead bodies rubbing under the covers to keep warm.”
-Sarah Ruhl, Eurydice
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The night you died I went to your coffin
and ripped out all your teeth.
I whispered “R.I.P.” in your left ear
as the tooth fairy fumbled through her back pocket
and gave me a $24 refund.
Your teeth cost 75 cents each on the black market.
I think you’d be quite proud of that
if you were…
