He's the Kind of Person
that doesn’t put cigarettes out
he just throws them down
or drops them in ashtrays
maybe when the smoke
of their smoldering carcasses
has filled the room
he’ll take the ashtray to the sink
and pour water on it
then he keeps it like that
he calls it butt-soup
you have to understand
how much I hate him
he never does the dishes
just leaves
them to sit until I can’t stand it anymore
if he runs out of forks
he eats sandwiches
if he runs out of bread
he doesn’t eat
same with the trash
or laundry
or cleaning
he doesn’t understand
life
that living leaves a mess
he sits all day in a bath robe
watching TV until his friends call
and he rises
turns it off and is gone
leaving me nothing
but the things he‘s cast off
from himself
C.L. Bledsoe
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