Two-Starred Constellation
Oni Buchanan

I’m not sure
so how am I supposed to say this
so how am I supposed to broach
this kind of topic

There is one subtracted, two subtracted
more, more, one at a time
until only a pill is left, a pill of
two people each half a capsule
holding dust inside them
holding ashes, mingling
dust and ashes
Everybody else is a bitch
Everybody else is such a little bitch  

This two-starred
constellation just spinning around
its own center like a baton
enamored by its own glittering
tassels, shredded foil, enamored
by its twirling way up in the air

No, don’t fill yourself
now, don’t fix yourself
now, don’t manage it, no
not now when you've
got it all worked out that bad
when you’re raking it in
from having it all
worked out that bad

It’s rotten at the core
The roots are rotten on the inside
hollow and lined
with fuzzy rot, the flowers fell off
one by one, fed on rot, rot
streamlined to the nurturing
point, the leaves pulled off
like decayed teeth, fastened
to the stem by a rot thread

We watered the rot it got
more rotten We fertilized
the rot it produced
more rot it multiplied
its rot The rot became too
extensive too
complicated to manage It
sinewed its way
into the interior
It marbled the interior
like a fatty ham
There was a rot eclipse
of a perfectly good life
The easy rot overtook
the promise of an
extraordinary life

Give it to me
Give me what's mine
What's mine is mine
What I deserve
Give me my share
It's my turn now
What a disappointment
You've grown up to be
such a little bitch
Such a hateful little bitch
You’re just like the rest
You’re making me do this to you
You’re making me do this