How to Murder Your Best Friend

With poisoned apple, comb, ring, garment,

Word in the ear.

How heavy she'll be when I carry her stretched on my arms,

Elongated eyes, sunflower hair, questions clutching

My sleeve, kiss like a spoiled child's, feathery

Cries.

I got to you first, you beautiful desperate

Bitch, I'll say. Here's

Passion, love, acclaim, Here's your view

Of the kingdoms of earth, your open window to review the

troops from.

I push her through it.

This film can be stopped at any point;

We can run it backward.

Tonight outside my house I met my friend, hauling my

Sharp white crime. Hello, I say,

What's that beautiful hard object? I ask.

And before I can count to ten she raises it high,

Slices it into my chest.