We Woke Up

by Jim Kopetz

We woke up in our separate bed
heads aching, like disco sniff.

She told me it was over
and that the machine had
printed out,
future.

The bedsheets were torn
and burnt with the ash of cigarettes.
There was no cover.
And she laughed.
And how I hated her laughter,
because it was cheap.
And her lachrymal weeping.

 

And she laughed
as I moaned.
And she winced
at my vomit.
And through blood red tears
her absence was demanded.

This is the prelude to the end of the world.