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You need to look at the mountains and to be still.

Alive

A dead girl joked
that she'd made but enough of herself
to spread only on a piece of toast
to be carried
butlered
to Attila the Hun as a peace offering
which
being forthwith rejected
wound up
thrown out with the trash
which trash was then burned for heat
to boil water
to bake potatoes

Well, I said, were they good potatoes?

you sang 'till your throat broke and kissed 'till toothless

whenever you remembered to breathe
you remembered you had forgotten to,
and had died from it