He told me to never come back

but I went back last summer
& I shot him six times in the back

I went to the head doctor
In Idaho

for running from every home I had

It wasn’t that bad, he told me to read Faulkner

I went to the head doctor
The medicine man
The existential crisis crayon
The truthful sparrow
That was the tattoo you were too afraid to get

Instead you wrote Jesus down your ribs

We sat around in our pool filled with coffee and lit cigarettes

I went to the head doctor
He told me that I have less than a year to live

& & I told you “come with me”

For when I surely die

I’ll remember that lie

I went to the head doctor
The medicine man
The existential crisis crayon
The vincible moon