DayQuil, abandoned,
may spill in the bag
and reach everything.

I refuse to ride the bus
with a corpse.
She is a self-same copy
of the odious woman
who took offense at her superior.
And I do not cough up blood
nor cry
at her presence.
Such is libel.

I'm stealing from the cabinet.
If he asks, I'll say
I assumed divinity
in kindergarten.
He should know
we're meant to feud.

You will rise as a professional
in the last days of denial.
I will follow yet am refused
at the door.
The orange stains reveal
far too much about me.