Lindsay Lohan Dies

between the hours of three
and four A.M.

between rough sheets
that smell of bleach

between L.A. and
New York

between the twice-
yearly visits

between Mrs. Gershenson
and Mrs. D’Onofio (“no R!”)

and her last night out
on earth
lasts forever

between the sun
and the dark star
at the core of all things

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