Friendship

I peeled the tumor
growing on my left atrium
and tossed it away
with the needles
and stolen change
left in
your wake
Old friend
you're not worth
the rusted scalpel I use
to extract
your every
trace
from existence
and it's not worth
waving goodbye
when all my strength
is being used
to process
my newfound
animosity
to the air
that surrounds you
but it will push me
when I wear the cement shoes
of what used to be