The inside confirmed her suspicions,
And bile frothed every time they were together, but it wasn’t hers.
And she arrived home to changed locks – She died waiting.
Long after that,
Gugong sucked a stale Peking forming
Dense clots of traffic outside.
The coroner watched and scratched his scalp.
Had it stopped because of the lungs,
Or all that blood,
Or tisese in propoganda,
A banked koi with collapsing gills
Thought better buried than returned
As you did
With all the evidence?