By Robin Gow
/ Poetry /
graveyard is the whole apartment building
& inside of the refrigerator & inside of every cupboard.
we put shovels to sleep. tune televisions for dirt.
decomposition. worms write hieroglyphs. beetles advertise.
i bought an electric graveyard & a self-service graveyard.
the dead have instagram accounts. are selling
robot therapy. tell me, do you remember your first death?
mine was behind glass. loss of blood & fingers.
the highway opens its perennial wounds. neon graveyard.
lover graveyard. gas station graveyard. a neighbor died
last night & the ambulance had graveyard lights.
i scrolled in my graveyard. then, slept in my graveyard.