by Jill Mceldowney
The city takes & 
I am tired
of drinking over the counter drugs 
to try & avoid it. 
Embalming fluid contains chemicals that cause psychosis 
& who am I kidding?
I am praying 
again—to questionable men in questionable cars
to their dogs 
bred for silence. 
Do you want me enough to—
give me that pleasant sensation 
of internal bleeding. 
The dog fights—listen—
these are my prophecy. 
& the city is devouring itself—
the way you taught me
the similarities between an exit wound & a dogbite, 
and how quickly a person can exsanguinate. 
That means bleed to death.