Tuesday, April 19, 2011


There may come a
day I'll wonder why
I didn't wake up and
ask myself again what

death looks like. I
may or may not feel
around for the light
switch. I may decide

I'm dreaming, like I
was that time I thought
I heard death knocking
and opened the door

without even stopping
to hope I was wrong.

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