Jazz Music poetry Short Stories Uncategorized Urban Legends

el dia de los muertos

i remember my half sister crying

and my whole father triumphant


her kittens dug into the ground

mercilessly shot in the back of the head


and i think of that last bottle of whiskey

and the aunt’s pills, you sorry motherfucker


now it’s you in the hole


the only difference being…

you deserve to be dead

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