In Bed
Last words
will be
written off,
guttural sigh
from blinding
because
they think
I need light.
My last
profundity
days prior
set aside
to write down
Buy bread, eggs,
more things
I know longer
want in me.
Let me
store breath
like a bank,
cash out for
final expletive
mid-recline.
1 comment:
I’m not sure which line I like best! This poem resonated.
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