Tuesday, February 19, 2008

dying poem

he found out
from the doctor
one day

that little yellow balls
throughout his
abdomen were
eating him alive.

he had to tell
his lover.

his lover asked
- what are we going
to do?

he, the one with
numbered days
took out a book
also yellow
dirty and worn
that he had been
reading.

- i have to
finish this book
i can't go
off to the...
...
without knowing
how things
end
without knowing
how things
end.

oh and if you
should ever love
another person
after me, know
that i can see
you and everything
you do.

you will have to
stop loving me.
but i will never
stop
loving you.

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