Absolut
You died in my dream last night.
There was no shock.
Your warm meat grey, featureless slid down garage wall
where you spilled sharp
stains of cheap vodka — or piss — clinging favorite grey sweatpants
to thick, near smooth, thighs
one by one your organs slumbered
sloshing asleep in ocean of poison
you’d been brining each
over bruised years
Last night in my dream you died.
I knew it without opening the door.
Still upright, spine not yet giving into collapse
short wide fingers clutching
plastic bottle and pooling green eyes
soundlessly frozen cracked open
as shattered ice
your final gaze was alone was blurred
succumbing before your lashes
kissed top to bottom, commingling
like we were, once
You died last night in my dream.
It was better this way in silence
never
having to get that call
