Sweat -- edit 2

[Lizzie]

Fixed at the window—will my son
come home safe? My bowels forget
that John Wayne Gacy is frying in hell,
skin crisp like the chicken he peddled,
and I don't believe in reincarnation.

edit 2.
Fixed at the window, I wondered
if my son would come home safe.
For a moment, my bowels forgot
that John Wayne Gacy is frying in hell,
crispy like the chicken he peddled,
and I don't believe in reincarnation.

edit 1.


Today I started to sweat, still waiting
for my son to come home safe.
For one iced moment, my bowels forgot
that John Wayne Gacy is frying in hell,
his skin burning crispy like the chicken he peddled,
and I don't believe in reincarnation.

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Today I started to sweat still waiting
for my son to come home safe.
A terrible moment, my bowels forgot
that John Wayne Gacy is frying in hell,
his skin burning crispy like the chicken he peddled,
and I don't believe in previous lives.