Don’t You Die on Me by Garen Zakarian

If you die
I’ll tear you into a thousand pieces
just like that last appeal denied
dump you on the concrete floor
then sweep you up into a moldy washcloth
flush you down the rusty toilet bowl
If you die
I’ll scribble your name in red ink
over the obituaries
of the local rag
then burn it
when lunch arrives
I’ll stuff the ashes in between
the rotted cabbage layers
cover it with mustard
leave it on the tray
If you die
I’ll jam you into an AK-47 magazine
drill holes in the sky
send you up
never to return and to be forgotten
So don’t you dare die on me
you filthy cunning charlatan
cause you’re my only hope, Hope.
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