I Was Wrong… She Died in Her Grave
posted Feb 9, 2005
I WAS WRONG
SHE DIED IN HER GRAVE
If his wife thought he would freak out at
Home he would do it at work
it was tossed
At me, him. Whatre they
Doing in the cellar anyway, Holmes? Its
Clean enough for laps, my organs made
of
wax
It started again. My coke went flat, it was the best.
Got a picture of him with Marilu Henner
you right.
Peace out to all those motherfuckers livin in the woods,
Name, with their silly sisters, going Look at
My new buttons, signed, Mama. People dont change,
Its usually in short novels, thats,
In paintings: people hug. Normally, they are the poor.
Always pining for the lab girl. Mites were in the bed.
S.T.C.
© 2005 Brandon Downing
The Shirt Weapon (Germ Monographs, 2002) and the soon-to-be-released Dark Brandon (Faux Press, 2005).
is originally from San Francisco, where he was co-founder and director of Blue Books, a non-profit literary bookstore and performance space in that city's Mission District. Since 2000 he has lived in New York, where he works as an exhibit designer and researcher and spends many weeks on planes. A photographer, collagist, and sometime filmmaker, as well as a poet, his books include