Here, in this powerful piece of verse, Matt Forney, grapples with drug addiction, despair, sex, & death.
the girl who saved my life
smiles down at traffic
on interstate 81
she cowers in the closet
when I offer her
a glass of water
she throws a soccer cleat
across the room
and hits me so hard
my eye is swollen shut
for a week
even in death
the world can’t stop
raping her
Hank God her book’s title
is in the corner
gotta recoup the cost
of that billboard somehow
her entire life reduced
to a PSA
why not dig up
her ashes
and snort them
at least
she’d find
that funny
“you’re the only man
I don’t find disgusting”
she whimpers
between thrusts
“take your fucking medicine”
she sneers
smacking my shoulder
if i try to stand up
she lit herself on fire
to keep me from sweating
the deadliest drug
is affect
I’m the reason
she ended up
with a feeding tube
down her throat
at Four Winds
I’m to blame
for the description
of her vagina
on Kiwi Farms
and yet
when I finally visit her grave
the first thing
I’m going to say is
I’m sorry you had to witness
that cringe
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