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Spaghetti knots

what goes first: my body or me

I go

it isn’t working

and she goes

I know

and we go apart

making places where

there is nowhere to go

*

I reek

of old success

and stupor

when it mattered to matter

and when I did to do

and be done

with myself

until there was only applauding

though I could not hear it

for I was at my funeral

broken

unused

fresh and forgetting

how little it mattered

to smell good

even as they sprinkled

cut roses on my body

and its corpse

*

let’s sit down

and eat

and die

for each bite

is a mention of death

and those that died

trying to create it all

with their life

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