Corner Office in Hell

A friend died.

She was beautiful

with hair long like

yours used to be, mother.

She was like you. Lost. Misled.

Forgotten. Confused. So was i.

i found my way.

My will pushed me

through. You both died

the same year. On the same

day - the first. As much sadness

i feel, i feel more anger. Because

i could have chosen

to be weak. Like the both

of you. But i kept fighting.

Even through the bad times. Like

the messages on the phone that you

both were dead while i kept going. If

you think in hell

i'm going to hug and

forgive you. wrong. i've

been angry a long fucking time

so don't think the suffering of hell

is going to change it. My suite is on

the executive floor

there, and this mother-

fucker will be sitting in

that corner office waiting

to fuck you both up for eternity.

11.07.04