[This one's not by me at all but by Jamison Driskill. I didn't ask any questions about this one. Neither should you.]
It's Ok to Love Dead Things
The line starts here.
My pocket covered, smothered
Signed, sealed, and delivered.
New fivers stick together,
Confusing the count.
Everyone starts to tremble.
"Don't take your money out in front of me.
Our business is in the photo booth."
I fan out three crisp one dollar bills,
Her body now faceless,
I smile until my face fucking hurts.
Every fucking time.