Sunday, June 5, 2022



Blood dries so fast

Like mud spattered against

My pants, the opposite

Of water or wine

Clotting even after 

It's been shed, trying

In vain to save us

Even when it’s too late 

And we’ve run out of time.

I like to think my heart would

Continue to beat, at least

For a few agonized seconds,

Fibrillating on a stone slab

In the secret place 

Where I decided to take it out

And show you 


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