I Can Kill Myself But I Cant Abandon The Dog So I’ll Just Have To Kill Him Too

it is cold where i sleep

and soon i will be gone

suffocated by orange

kitchen windows

on blue December weekdays,

from the curb outside,

through snowy eyelashes and

missed calls.

choked by the dog

when he shivers

i thought of feeding us both

poison

this is my fault

tonight these chords only earned us

eight dollars and a ziplock of snap peas so

the dog eats a McDouble

as i chew on my salary

and a man with a lot of cash

asks if i need work

but i’d rather ride frieght trains

than businessmen

and i’d rather eat concrete

than another dumpstered take-out box

and i’d rather not smile

when a manicured hand offers a single dollar

and spits

“this isn’t for you, it’s for the dog”

careful, ignorant woman

dont be fooled by blonde teenage breasts

i’ll gouge out my empty stomach

and leave it on your front porch

as my dog eats your cat food

and shits on your suburbia

fuck your dollar

and don’t worry about me

soon i will be gone

but for now

it is cold

it is cold

it is cold

where i sleep