The Living Room by Niko Sonnberger

for Rowynn Michelle & her love of Texas
I am almost etherized by the
floral rug patterns and then
the smiles, gaping like a carcass.
Here I am.
In the photo albums showing me
photos of the children you didn’t abort.
And I though I was virtuous.
I know the sin, the sinful and the sinner,
standing before me: a mirror.
I wear my socks backwards & lie
and believe it.
I die a million times in a minute,
Eat the poison,
Dump the elixir
and make it look facile.
It’s hard to die
and especially wanting to,
Knowing that you may want to:
most of all this.

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