Coagulation
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
6/5/22
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