That Last Poem

The Way That You Hate Me

So tired head killin'
with season change love with nose
Can barely lift ink to paper
to document must sleep

Everything mixing together
Just prior to unconscious-ness
from the Fear and the Loathe
and Donner party jokes

Puppy face woman
in LL Bean smock
Childbearing hips
Friendly yet distant

Like the goddess of rain
Brewing with disdain
From seething sorry pain
Pouncing like a hurricane

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