the son

to endure is only good
if you come out
with
something
at the other
end.

to endure simply to
endure
is the standard
practice of the
millions.

(god damn it, I
just poured my
last glass of wine
and
overestimated a
bit and splashed
some of that
GREAT GOOD HOLY
RED
upon this
desk!)

I’m not going to
endure
if I keep doing
that
there’ll be nothing
at the other
end

like the time
I buried my
love
and driving back
from the
funeral with
her son

he talked about
all the
money
he was
making.

he had endured
but
he
hadn’t.
there was
nothing
left of
him
to
die

he was like a
piece of
meat
in a
butcheshop

rrrrrrrrrr
rrrrrrr
rrrr

butchershop.

and to think
she used to
talk about
him
almost
every night
as we
drank.