Wednesday, June 2, 2004
In Bed
I lie in bed and cough, hitch myself up the pillows, pull up the covers, try to get comfortable. The sky outside moves slowly, like an old fashioned carousel. Blue sky layers with white cloud icing, dolloped with huge masses of dark rain clouds; an icecream sundae. The leaves on the trees bend to...
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If I Died Tomorrow
If I died tomorrow My decaying body Would not be found Until the next day, Or the next Or maybe Saturday. If I died tomorrow I wouldn’t be missed. Until my next shift at work. Or until my boys Walked in the door Looking for food. If I died tomorrow The sun would still rise The wind would still blow...
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