I am done with Walking Dead
says someone
not me
I have no agency
Your valley of wrath
sustains me
coddles me
please do not
wean me
I’m hungry
Your bludgeoning
bat and your
gluttony wasted
the last
good man
on TV
Look the blood
runs around me
colors &
warms me
My little gray cat
sits by the screen
wanting in
He can’t see
the squalor &
holiness
in
has been bringing me