A Good Death

is when you don’t make trouble

wet your pants twist the sheets spit

blood and purge

a good death is when you lay down

hair combed eyes closed breath almost

indiscernible rosebuds

and almond wisps

in a good death he holds your hand

which is cool and limp and he remembers better

times tripping across the shale beach

together

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