[Excerpt: You're Entitled to a Life]

....




What, my dear, have you left opened?
A lock, a door, the drawer your gun's in?
come blazing
catch me at it
I just want to look around

I want to see if you've anything left of me
and what you've got now

I'll bet it's all benign and near-boringly plain
a couch, a chair, lots of books, her fucking hair everywhere
and your cats wondering, Who are you, dear?
Who am I indeed
wandering about


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Excerpt of unpublished piece
AABAugust 2014