Necktie
I stopped wearing neckties
To the hospital for rounds
No more Windsor knots
For me, too much work
Too much like a noose
Hanging from my gallows
Paisley power blue tips
Whisking across seeping wounds
Spreading germs and disease
I won’t contribute
Anymore to my own death
It’s enough just being alive
It’s why I don't smoke or skydive
Or swallow swords or play with fire
Why hasten the end?
I should have joined the circus—
The world's smallest man
Watch him twist himself into
A tiny bug-sized bow tie,
The gift shop with rows
Of miniature reproductions
Of my pretzled contortions
Made from strands of wool
Dyed the color of human flesh.
You have to squint to appreciate
The pointless artistry.
My body is a perfect ligature
Knotted so tight
The skin is starting to blue.
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