Category: Dying
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On losing Sunny
Our communion last night was pizza and chocolates and trailing conversation, a wide prairie for your memory to bound through. You settled into our center – How we loved you, how you made us laugh and roll our eyes and fake scold you, how you took that bait and we took yours, how you will…
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Last breaths
Evergreens surround your house, a fortress wall heavy with snow. In black recesses I wade, the snow bounds off the branches finds bare ankles inside my boots, my hair, a teaspoon down my collar. I approach your home to find windows boarded and roof patched. You are dying there, heaving, uneven breaths, a fortress with…
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Your body is returned
i. I know because you are me. You came here afraid, chased by storms. You huddle with spare, odd friends who you doubt you can trust. As the noise kicks up all around, you hunker down, raise strong the barriers, but they are cracked, indifferent. I know, because you are me. You curl up in…
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Waiting for the doctor
hazy dry, as if in midair distant beeps, rattles, blood pressure cuff wheezing up, releasing, hour after hour, day may become day Of all possible recollections, you pick the one from December twelfth, thirteenth or fourteenth, you revolve, nineteen-fifty-three in ice cold Korea showering down in luxuriance, soap, frigid water trailing over your skin after…
Jenifer
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Wondrous grit of life
o’ wondrous pain, illuminating discomfort — how you have painted this earth to suit your ease, the slow swing of your step it is perhaps a sign of your privilege that you praise cuts and bruises to small children who do not know to defend your princess could not sleep with even a pea under…
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From Hafiz
Everyday they fall. The leaves tumble down through branches, tossed by rolling breeze, find their way to mother earth, shaken out like threadbare rugs, freed from dust, from the lively flesh that filled out their netting. They wonder, am I more true or less nestled again in this damp home, changed so from my high…
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