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  • Knowing the Dead

    In a sleep, the wound wept its tears Bloodshed Seeped from itself without knowing But I knew I saw your death a million times before you did But then you said In a sleep, all around was death, death, dea th You knew bloodshed Wept for us both before I ever did

  • Abortion After 260 Weeks

    We’ve got babies dying Thwack Thwack thwack We’ve got babies dying Mamas too– Pancreas exploding Aortas imploding We’ve got a one-eyed Sally Baby Where’d her other eye go? What’s happened to you, Sally Baby? Thwack Thwack Our babies are dying! No natural cause There’s no death in their sleep at 89 No cancer at 64…

  • failing

    my heart is going slowly now it gave a good go of it beating and all those moments of bitter retreat ebb and flow of blood coming in and out of spite until slowly now the organ is engorged swollen, dying of itself pumping painfully ruefully spasming giving a good go of it slowly now

  • Contexting

    I took my leave because there’s nothing left to do. I thought I’d be more upset, saying goodbye for the last time and knowing it was finally, truly the last time. She moaned in agony. I patted her shoulder and left. I mumbled “I love you” on the way out. I thought I’ll be glad…

  • Tuesday

    Tuesday a day of extended anxiety “on” for the job “on” for my class and just for kicks when I’m tired enough to rest my head a phone call cancer is terminal again nothing the doctors can do six months twelve months lungsthyroidbonemarrowandmoremoremore cancer is a carnival worker smiling to my family, leering at them…

  • Fall, I Did

    Fall, I did today saw the Inbox, one message from a name of a person who’s no longer a person hasn’t been for years because he’s gone on, on Billy Billy who died of an aneurism or a catastrophic stroke I can’t remember which brain stem is a bad place for a bleed Fell, he…

  • An Overview of Shelves

    I shelved my aunt the same day I was shelved by my lover. Admittedly, her dismissal was more traumatic of the two. Later, when I cried for myself, I cried for her, too. She’s not on my coffee table any more, at least, but she’s hovering. She’s not overbearing about it; my guilt is. Meaning.…

  • Rocks

    I didn’t put her away. I thought I would have. I thought I’d turned a corner. For six weeks, an envelope with pictures of my dead aunt have been on my coffee table, waiting for me to do something with them. I have gotten teary-eyed just seeing the envelope. The last week has been especially…

  • Missing

    The ache is always there but it gets better It becomes bearable It becomes livable She meant the pain she felt for the loss of her son Still her words come back to me Because I remembered her today I remembered when we breathed in the same room Together I remembered her pain and my…

  • Dying Starts Here

    I worry when someone goes into the hospital Kidneys shutting down Liver shutting down We don’t know why may never know whywhywhywhywhy haven’t we had enough of this already once the dying starts, it doesn’t stop Clogged arteries are blocked lifelines legs becoming starved for oxygen good news he has periphery veins and leg pains…