3 poems
the only kind of kindness i understand
laughter in the world
shushes
oh
she died
angry at the dead
i wanted to give you a hug
you stupid bitch
you knew when i was joking
you supportive
lovely
stupid bitch
i tell the liquor store cashier
one of my friends died
she gives me a discount
i tell her i don’t have many friends
the employee discount, she says
i drink in the parking lot
i sit in my car
i drive home
who cares
you are gone
you shouldn’t be
you stupid bitch
woke up drunk
i can’t stop thinking about the dead
still alive, peering at us
from way up, reclined on clouds
postureless
from over a book
she smiles, she
returns to reading