Final Poem #0
God, you’re going to die, huh?
Blood running down your face
God, you’re already dead
spine severed by police
stranger that I know, stranger that I’ve never met
I want to light a candle for you in this room
and pretend it could save your life.
So fucked you can fight like that and still the body goes.
try and hold grief without pity
try and find joy in today’s economy
I walked the dog down the street of swank apartments
and watched the perfect succulents get misted.
May 2015
Los Angeles
Final Poem #2
I want to learn to sail
my hands tight around a rope, doing what you say
at night the ocean beast is dead or bored
rocking, I picture the black waves a perfect turquoise
a little circle of glass, the boat’s window
how else should the world be framed?
Baby moon, sayanora sucker
there for the grace of God, I died.
May 2015
Los Angeles
Ali Liebegott is a writer for the TV show Transparent. She is the author of: The Beautifully Worthless, The IHOP Papers and Cha-Ching! Follow her on twitter at @AliLiebegott
