Die Or Disappear

Back then everything seemed to be wet,
swaddled in rain, sweaty or snowy,
snotty, frozen, humid, or greasy.

I punched Jesus Christ
and gave him a shiner. I punched him again
and gave him a shiner. I wish you would die

or disappear. Animals and plants
rattle death cries of taste, masticated, washed in the gullet.
I wish you would die or disappear.