i wish i could be death

he told me

and every day

i could pick who dies

and the decisions

would be easy

the bitch that cheated on me

day one

the guy she did it with

day two

the kid who called me a queer

in middle school

day three

the jerk-off who cut me off

this morning

day four

he continued on and on

while i drank on and on

and he finally got to

day forty-four

and asked me

who would you kill

and i finished my beer

and said myself

day one

he laughed

and went to the bathroom

i went to my car

wondering

if i have in fact

killed one person a day

maybe not fully

but

i’ve sure as hell

killed parts

of most