Oh Ed


I choke on the road ahead of me though it’s an old friend.
Speaking of old friend
the refrigerator is calling again.
My digits reverberate across it’s
calorie laden carb perforated silver tongued handle.
“I don’t love you any more.”
I lie and deliver a dial tone.
I choke on the road ahead of me though it’s an old friend.
Speaking of old friend
coming a up the remains feel warm and cozy in my throat.
Yes come to me.
Come up and expel yourself.
Watch out the secrets I keep.
The depths of my soul. My shame. Me.
“I don’t love you any more.”
I spew to him.
Oh Ed...
I choke on the road ahead of me though it’s an old friend

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