Sunday, December 28, 2014

Some Grief Stage or Other



You never told
us you'd
fallen,

blackened your own
eye and
lip,

maybe even cracked
your head
against

the stand by
your bed,
sheet

neatly folded, cover
creased like
a

sealed envelope ready
to be
mailed.

And later, that
dying you
did.

Pretty passive-aggressive if
you ask
me.



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