White Noise

white noise is like
a slow death, sodium
thiopental flowing through
your shackled veins,
pulsing, quickening fast.
that monotony - calm and
heavy. cement roller, alarm
clock, six-in-the-morning-
every-morning , your coffee
is ready sir. white noise sounds
like a picket fence and a dog
to come home to. my apartment
has no smoking policy, so yeah,
why not smoke a pack a day.
death and I are friends,
anyway. if anyone calls me
"honey," please remind me to
cut off the ring finger on my
left hand. eyelids pressed tight,
thoughts only jogging in
lululemon, what-should-I-

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