i heard you were doing well,
that you’d met a girl who rolled your name
around on her tongue like a pearl.
i hope she chews you up
and spits you out.
i hope she stuffs your heart
into a molotov cocktail and flings it
through the window of your porsche.
you told me once that the future
didn’t really exist, that everything we were
and would ever be was like
a flash of fire in the pan.
i hope she bleaches your bones
and drops them into the ocean.
i hope once the osedax are through,
there won’t be anything left.