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You’re Not Allowed To Die
Оглавлениеbefore we’ve fucked in a Super 8 lounge bathroom
as Justin Investment Banker and Caroline Cocktail Waitress
pretending to have just met
on our tenth wedding anniversary, sitter at home
watching babies and HGTV. Not before handies
in a tent on top of a frosty mountain peak. I need
to grow so sick of you the grandkids say
Do they even like each other? So promise me
you’ll spring for that cab, get a prostate exam,
walk away from the next dickhead with a pocket knife
who calls you pussy. Please
remember: rinsing raw chicken with warm water helps
the salmonella thrive, and I won’t survive
not knowing how this ends.