it is him let go corner of the map

one of those

I hear bad things about you

he goes

maybe I say

maintaining the deep stare

all the way into him

down to his toes

maybe because it’s your mouth

saying these things

that your ears can’t refuse to hear?

& he wants to wilt

I can feel his will begin to sap

hey I’d never talk bad about you

he tries to say cover his tracks

yeah yeah I know but that Bobby

fella you were just talking to

man the shit he tells me about you…

I say sliding the knife in no sound

if I was you I’d be careful round him

we good people gotta watch our backs

& the poor fool is twisting now

came in so bright & head fulla’ facts

there’s a cold wind now hurting his ears

lost his way home hearing wolves howl

& looking around for the madman with an axe

not knowing just yet

it is him let go corner of the map

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