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That gets slammed in your face
All that’s left are the bruises
On your body from accidents
Waiting to happen
I suppose the least we can do in this life
Is to always remind one another
That there will always be bruises
That there will always be death
But that we will always be there for one another
Despite our weirdness
Despite all the ghosts
If we try hard enough for one another
Even the bad times can seem cozy
So when I got home
I was feeling better than I have
In a very long time and I get a selfie
From some art student on Tinder
Showing off her tits in front of a mirror
They looked alright as all tits do
Then suddenly I heard eight gun shots
I went outside to have a cigarette
And the moon was doing its usual
Song and dance like some minstrel show
Of glowing indifference, then there were
Spotlights in my backyard, then there were
Cop cars circling my block
Someone had died, was shot dead
And I thought who cares who fills
The void next to me in bed
Cause there are no beds buried beneath the dirt
And then I heard the chirping
Of those goddamn birds
And I knew that it was all some cruel joke
That revelation was jerking
My halfhearted cock
What the hell it takes for us to be filled
How long must we drag empty bathtubs
Across deserts of severed human hands