You heard about this new film.
It sounds terrible.
Like, Do Not Go See This New Film.
But you said you really want to see this new film.
I was like, Please stop. Do not go in there.
But you're at the theater already. Popcorn and all.
You told me I am so boring.
I said I'd rather be boring than dead. Don't go in there.
But you said Stop mansplaining.
And I couldn't tell if you were being ironic.
So you go in there.
The sounds I heard I cannot forget.
Like iron socked into damp wood.
Over and over with tears.
I fell to the ground. I wept.
Oddly, I thought of plucking tomatoes with my aunt
as I picked the brains
and chum and nuclear waste from my eyes.
I tried to tell you not to go see this new film.
The film is over. You are dead
and I am alone.
