December 2011
6 posts
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i want to die with the lights off.
i want to die with the
lights off. and with
dignity. i'm not sure
i'll get both, though.
the sun will be
interrupting me
and the flourescent
will be almost
blinding but never
more beautiful.
i've always liked
the smell of hospitals,
the smell of that
fake compassion.
i would have smiled
at a few, no doubt,
and secretly hoped
they were dying
like me. i want to
die with the lights
off. and...
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anniston, alabama (what is death?)
what is death? a
middle-aged man
in a volvo, collecting
payments and
favors?
i met him once on
his road trip from
new york to
california. i imagined
death streaking across
america, the way the
ground shakes and
swallows its people.
i didn't ask him anything.
i was afraid of his answers
but he keeps files on every
living being and sorts through
them when he gets bored,
picking people off...
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as it was.
broken as it was,
we had tried to
fix it. you said i
was your first like
it disappointed you
to admit such a thing.
would this be worth
it? my heart sighed
no.
but the body,
entangled in yours
as it was,
kept fighting its
own battles, waging
its own wars with
destiny and with
your eyes and your
legs.
you told me not to
speak to you, as if
i was the only one
doing the hurting.
but would you...
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crossing some distance.
as we dissolve
into the ages,
i will only have
these things
to remember:
your messy hair,
your easiness,
your voice,
your embrace.
when i drove
through the
last exit, i saw
a plane speeding
through the
cosmos.
i think
we are all
crossing some
distance.
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where we begin.
there was this
guy, probably
not a day over
40 or so. he
looked like
everyone had
envied him in
a past life.
people at work
would just ask
if he was tired.
and he would
nod, knowing
that it was yes
and no at the
same time.
after he spilled
his brains out
in his wife's
beauty salon,
telling her he
was tired of
waiting on
everything,
they said she
went home and
put on a new
dress and...