hermes took
a 12 gauge
in the winged
shoe & no one

is left to carry
my petition to
olympus

ye gods

to the zeus
i used
to know
who'd turn

into a cow &
pick up chicks

it's easier to
turn the volume up

something about
moments
something about
letting what doesn't
matter slip away
i slip away

or perhaps
she only loved
how he distorted
truths of what
she wasn't

sterilized
by this hard work
of losing